"Any sane person loves chocolate."

%I am going to make it like, late at night. Tell my if that's not cool. And I know I am later than I thought, so sorry.

Diggs, in her Pooh-Bear pajama bottoms and a thin white tank top, lays in bed, sighing with frustration. She swings her legs over the side of her bed and reaches up, shaking her hair out of a bun. It tumbles down her back and shines a blue color in the moon coming in through her window. Diggs shoves her feet into her fluffy slippers she had treated herself with and slips out of her room, tip-toeing down the hall. She had planned on going to the living room to watch a movie or some cheesy late night soap-opera, but a light from the kitchen beckoned her forward and she realized she actually was hungry. Diggs walks into the kitchen, enjoying the soft swish of her slippers across the tiles. She sees Bridgette sitting on the table munching on a chocolate bar and her eyes widen. Drop the chocolate. She says softly, jumping into a fighting stance with her feet staggered and her hands in fists. Nah, but seriously, you should share. Diggs says with a wink and drops her hands to her sides. She slides over to the cabinet, dragging her feet so they made a scuffing noise. She opens the cabinet and stands on her toes to gab the box of Club crackers. She loved them. They way they were so buttery and flaky. God, they were delicious. Why are you in the way of reaching the deliciousness! She mutters to the box and plastic wrapping as she viciously tears it open and lets the crackers fall onto the counter. Diggs picks one up and jumping onto the table sitting next to Bridge. If we had cheese, this would be so much better. She says, pondering the possibility of cheese. Maybe cheddar jack...