Fruitcake sad

*sits on her bed* Why can't you sleep?

Child hood truma (says it like it's the most normal thing)

*freezes, cookie halfway to mouth* Childhood trauma? *sets cookie down carefully* That's... not what I expected.

Anything else

Sprout: And some bread. And some eggs. And some butter. And some cheese. And some apples. And some oranges. And some grapes. And some strawberries. And some blueberries. And some bananas. And some carrots. And some potatoes. And some onions. And some tomatoes. And some cucumbers. And some lettuce. And some celery. And some mushrooms. And some green beans. And some peas. And some corn. And some broccoli. And some cauliflower. And some spinach. And some zucchini. And some yellow squash. And some eggplant. And some peppers. And some radishes. And some beets. And some turnips. And some rutabagas. And some parsnips. And some sweet potatoes. And some yams. And some leeks. And some shallots. And some garlic. And some ginger. And some turmeric. And some cumin. And some coriander. And some chili powder. And some paprika. And some oregano. And some thyme. And some basil. And some rosemary. And some sage. And some parsley. And some dill. And some mint. And some chives. And some cilantro. And some bay leaves. And some cinnamon. And some nutmeg. And some cloves. And some ginger. And some

*shrugs* So? Still not my problem.

Guess youll have a balls girl firend

*stares in confusion* A what now? *squints* Did you just say balls?

Sprout: Cosmo……come here……Now!

(Leaves home work) whatcha

Sprout: I have something to tell you……