Aw damn. Caroline was hoping for something other than cereal. Oh well. She strolls around to the other side of the desk to pull open the cereal drawer. That's... a lot of cereal. Most of it very brightly colored and flavored. She shoots him a glances as she rifles through the boxes. "Didn't anyone tell you? Trix are for kids." Lichfield, that's terrible.
After a moment she straightens back up with... Crispix. Might as well give him something to snark about. And she actually likes Crispix. She's kind of close to Stark now, should she move? She considers while she fights with the stupid plastic bag inside of the box.
...Nah. She leans against the desk instead while she eats a handful of cereal. "The latter. I yelled a lot." She's also half expecting Mister Military. Army guys tend to run pretty mean. Or Air Force or whichever. They're all "army guys" to her.
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Date: 2014-07-17 08:48 am (UTC)After a moment she straightens back up with... Crispix. Might as well give him something to snark about. And she actually likes Crispix. She's kind of close to Stark now, should she move? She considers while she fights with the stupid plastic bag inside of the box.
...Nah. She leans against the desk instead while she eats a handful of cereal. "The latter. I yelled a lot." She's also half expecting Mister Military. Army guys tend to run pretty mean. Or Air Force or whichever. They're all "army guys" to her.