give me love

Well, I pride myself on being a demanding woman, it takes a lot for someone to have the courage to say what they want. I’m not asking for a servant, really, just someone to make sure that I don’t die before classes from freezing and starving to death in my apartment. Thank god for small miracles like my lovely genes and Grace Hart’s friendship for bringing you to me, honestly. Of course. Who says no to little marshmallows?

Servant was the wrong word, I apologize. Helper, maybe. Something. There's some word I could have thought of, I've just yet to think of it. I think that's a mark of a good person, whether or not they have a certain like for small marshmallows. Because really think about it, what sort of proper douchebag would like little marshmallows? Or cocoa, for that matter.

Precisely. Someone to bring me food to last me the winter until I’m forced out of my apartment for classes. Also blankets. Hot cocoa mix would also be an incredible plus.

That's a lofty list of demands. Normally I'd be appalled at the idea of offering to be your servant for a minute, but for such a pretty girl, I might be able to make an exception. Especially if you're a friend of Grace's. With little marshmallows or no?

My diet for the past day has consisted of nothing but cookies. My mom sent me off last night with enough to feed a small army, and I may be only one girl with nothing else in her kitchen, but I think that’s pretty much the same thing. I know that I need to eat something else, but I’m too lazy to get out into this weather and get anything else.

You know, I like to think that I'm pretty smart. That I can read situations, if you will. And it seems to me like, in this situation, what you need is a hero. Someone to brave the storm in your name, am I right?