ƒ005. mystic pizza... would be good for a slayer

[msattentionspan]

[The journal opens and a confused voice comes over the pages.]

What is... Kat Jess Sour...ee - Joanna's Bee Ren? [Faith is going through the kitchen in the castle, finding random packages and trying to figure out what they are. She pulls open the fridge and starts to rummage around.]

What about a Ferrari Rocker?

Any of this stuff gonna make me wish I hadn't eaten it?

[Apparently, living off of microwave popcorn and pretzels at the club isn't the best diet. She's starving and she knows the castle kitchen has free food.]

What about Nut Ella? [Thankfully, Faith is only picking out candy and sweet things.]

Comments

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

[Another amused noise.] What's that supposed to mean?

[msattentionspan]

Just I don't like wishing for things. I've had enough trouble with magic already.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I can see why you wouldn't.

Wasn't there some theory going on about how wishing was correlated to losses? I think I can live without New York's best hamburgers for awhile if that'll stop me from sprouting horns or turning into a roach.

[msattentionspan]

Not a clue, but I just don't trust it. Back home magic had a habit of back-firing.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

Really? It wasn't just, "Abra kadabra!" and you let off a bright flash of light from a wand and things?

[msattentionspan]

Uh. No. More like old dudes in the desert and destiny bullshit.

[teds-up.livejournal.com]

...oo-kay. Destiny bullshit I follow. Old dudes in the desert-- not so much.

[msattentionspan]

Then you don't follow the destiny bullshit, because for me they're intertwined.