"Okay...let's go to the kitchen. I bet I can eat more'n you!" You give her a smile, and run off. She runs after, yelling after you childishly.
"Can not! Wait for me!" Both of you charge down to the kitchen. You stop, skidding a little when you see who's waiting. Susan rams the back of your legs, making you stumble and getting a whine out of her. A grin spreads on your face.
"Kate!" Your best friend is standing by the fridge, drinking some OJ. She puts it down just in time to catch you in a hug. Susan watches you both, then turns to the bottom cabinets, pulling out a bag of cookies...
"I thought I'd drop by. You were sleepin', so I helped myself. Hey Susie." She gives Susan a little wave, and...odd. The cookies are gone, bag and all. She must have put them back. But she's licking her fingers. Weird. "So whatcha want to do?"
"I need some breakfast in the worst way, you wouldn't believe it!" She nudges you, stepping back from the fridge.
"I'd believe it, you porker. Damn, but Susie can put those cookies away..." As you turn to the fridge to rummage for food, she leans over to your sister.
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