So far, so good.. she thought before flashing her phone just to get a glimpse of where the bed started and where the fabric of her pajama bottoms started. Winona spent about thirty minutes sewing Pixie's pajamas to her bed sheet so by the time she finished, Taylor had already managed to vandalize the room. While Taylor was finishing up with the yarn, hanging it from every corner of the room and making sure that it stuck with tape, Winona pulled out the honey from her bag. It really wasn't hard to steal from the kitchens at this point, and if the cooks were there, all she had to do was mention Henry and she had free access to basically everything. 

Even though Winona's work on Pixie had been done roughly because the fear of Pixie waking up, she was still satisfied that her pajama bottoms were sewn onto the bed sheet. Although she wasn't able to finish the top half, Winona didn't bother much more. Instead she threw the thread roll and the needle back into her bag before picking up the honey. After popping the cap off of the honey, Winona began squeezing the bottle, allowing the honey to drip all over Pixie's top half before tracing the outline of her head with the honey on her pillow. Winona had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing. 

As if that wasn't enough, Winona pulled out the chocolate syrup from her bag and began dripping the syrup all over her legs before carefully tucking her back in. Again, Winona had to stop for a moment to make sure Pixie wasn't waking up. When the blonde hadn't moved, Winona continued by squeezing all of the chocolate onto the carpet near the bed so when Pixie's feet touched the ground, well let's just say it wasn't going to be pretty. 

Winona knew this was childish and immature, but at the same time, this was fun. Maybe being 'evil' wasn't so bad, as long as no one was getting hurt. After shoving the now empty bottle of chocolate syrup underneath Daisy's bed, Winona pulled out the half gallon of vegetable oil -once again, stolen from the kitchens because fuck logic- Winona twisted the top open and began emptying the contents over everything and anything really. Just because whatever the two blonde roommates were going to touch, it wasn't going to be great. Once again Winona discarded the empty vegetable oil underneath Daisy's bed and turned to Taylor. "Wait, for the last touch.." she kept her voice down low and pulled out a small binder from her bag. The papers inside had twisted a bit, but they were still fine.