INTERIOR - The girl's underground base. As dirt wall/floor'd as ever. The firepce was lit just moments ago.

  PRESENT - THE GIRL (Gray sweater, navy-blue ballcap, hood up over her cap), THE BOY (his usual peasant attire.)

  TIME - Indeterminate, but likely sometime in the early afternoon. That's generally a good time for things.

  The girl had been ying ft on the ground in front of the firepce. One may assume that she was ying there to allow her entire body to enjoy the heat, but one would be wrong. She hadn't instructed the boy to light the fire until about a minute ago, and she'd been ying there for well over an hour.

  "2500 WORDS OR LESS!" The girl suddenly shouted, her upper body shooting upward, causing her frame to mimic that of a right angle.

  "what is?" Said the boy, standing a few feet away from the firepce, the cuffs of his sleeves slightly burnt. He's not great at lighting fires.

  "Shut up. What? Sorry. Huh?" The girl's brow furrowed a little, her lips parting confusedly. She blinked three times, and then shook her head profusely. "Ababahbahbahllblb." Was the approximate noise she made.

  "interesting noise." Said the boy, uselessly.

  The girl raised both hands to her own face, and spped her cheeks twice.

  Her eyes went wide and as energetic as ever.

  "I knew something was wrong today!" She decred, staring dead ahead, not at anything in particur. "There's no way I'd aimlessly y down on the floor for four hours on a normal day!"

  She had been ying in other pces prior to this.

  "noted." The boy said.

  "NOTE THIS!" The girl shouted with a sudden raised fist. "I'm currently afflicted with a rare disease that occasionally makes me shout random non-sequiturs! Among other things!"

  "i have not heard of such a disease." Said the boy who hasn't heard of much of anything, really. "is it real?" He tilted his head, wondering if she wasn't simply making fun of him.

  "It very well might not be, given that I'm the only one whose ever had it... As far as I know," Said the girl, looking over at the boy, right into his eyes. "Another symptom is that I become slightly more reasonable, by the way."

  "how strange."

  "Yep. Less aggressive, too." The girl says, absent-mindedly tilting her head to the side a bit. Still, her eyes gnce up and over at the boy. "But there are also positive side effects."

  "do tell." The boy readied his mental note-taking-ness.

  "Later." The girl leapt up from her ying position on the ground, and nded right on her feet. Being a little more forthcoming was not one of the symptoms. For the time being.

  The girl stood up, and fixed her gaze across the room- into her open kitchen, and the chilled cupboard in which she keeps certain food and non-food items. She leaned forward, and cartwheeled all the way to the front of it.

  "is that one of the symptoms?" Asked the boy, head tilting.

  "Nah, just felt like doing that." The girl threw open the cupboard and looked inside. She squinted. "Hmmmm... Nothing..." She said, facing the cupboard full of food. "It's just as I feared..."

  "feared?"

  The girl whipped her head back around towards the boy. "This always happens- Though I feel compelled to y on the floor like a worm, there's something that pushes me on the house, on some sort of-" She gagged, half-theatrically. "Quest..." The clenches her teeth for a moment, and painfully breaks the boy's gaze. "This time, I have an insatiable craving for a grilled cheese, but I've mysteriously run out of BUTTER and things that could substitute for BUTTER... Tch! Damn this disease!"

  "im pretty sure we ran out after you thered my entire body in butter yesterday."

  "Oh yeah." The girl ftly stated. "Heh. That was fun."

  "i hope so."

  "Mhhmm." She closed her eyes and nodded. "Anyways," re-open. "I have to sate this craving before this gets any worse."

  "what happens if-"

  The girl raised her hand to halt his words. "I shant say. But it involves a lot of honking."

  "is this unpleasant?"

  The girl nodded just once, and raised her shoulders in half a shrug.

  The boy found this inconclusive.

  "AT ANY RATE!" The girl raised her fist into the air valiantly, and pointed over to the western hallway, where her bedroom and closet resided. "FETCH ME MY OTHER HAT, BUG! WE'RE GOING SHOPPING!"