Laura Kinney

"Did you know that it is International Women's Day today?"

"I got a free cookie at the coffee place. It has fists punching the air, so now I need a way to draw on some claws."

Back with a CRASH-

Mission successful. Nothing to report.

“On that note, I need to find somewhere to crash.”

“Good. Soup.”

".....I don't have a bowl."

"And I don't want to."

"I just want too get noodles."

“I didn’t realise that if I bought groceries, then I’d have to cook them.”

“Can I microwave mixed salad leaves?”

“Monday, Monday…”

“I have to get groceries.”

“If I wanted to walk around naked, I’d want people to see me.”

“I’m pretty remarkable. My Sim gets all the other Sim’s excited, you know.”

A long moment as Laura’s mind slowly mulled and finally clicked.

“Oh.”

“Oh! Oh you mean in a physically intimate sort of way.”

“Thank you. Please don’t make me see my upstairs neighbour again.”

“It’s very easy. You do something that makes you feel happy.”

Okay, that wasn’t always easy.

“I mean… that’s the aim.”

Finally!

Sticky. Toffee. Goodness.
Aura grinned and swiped the plate off him quickly.

“Thank you!”

Her eyes glanced over his beard

“It could do with a trim. Just to neaten it up. Some people have beard straighteners now.”

“You better.”

She was left counting off the seconds.

“Time is ticking past while we talk!”

“And I’m fading away… perishing from hunger!”

“That’s too looooongggg…”

The sticky toffee should be warm in that case!

“Put it on! I think you need a fancy moustache or beard though.”

“For balance.”

"Speaking of cake...."

"I could murder for sticky toffee pudding and custard."

"Custard? It's a dessert, I guess. Made from egg yolks, milk and vanilla. Though you can buy it ready made."

"Very good over cake."

Blasting Supermassive Black Hole

It’s Friday night

She has a little black dress

And there’s a guy named Jake waiting on her at a club downtown

“Experimental egg yolk soup?”

“I think it would be better as custard, honestly.”

Don't ask what happened at the Karaoke bar.

We were all consenting adults and we had fun.

""I make good money babysitting super-kids."

"You can make soup from egg yolks?"

"I need a pretty man to love on and devote my attention to."

Oh! Can I see it?

I do like Spanish hats. And pirates.

She was mentally counting up how much he’d skimmed off the guy. And then a frown crossed her forehead.

“That’s a lot of cash and a nice clip for someone like that. Did you happen to get his ID?”

Some people could vanish easily, others, especially those with money, less so. People asked questions.

I can’t imagine it tasting good. I think it needs the egg yolks for balance.

Caramel and vodka flavoured omelette?

Not the strangest thing I’ve heard of.

“Ah. Well, they probably have the same core mentality.”

The zippo had cooled now, she rubbed some greasy spot off with her finger and slipped it back into her pocket.

“I’m hungry..”

It was the smell of burning meat. It shouldn’t have that sort of effect on her, but it did.

“For a burger.”