Cammie & Lil

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Cammie and Lil chat in the kitchen about frog hearts, heels, guys, food and baking. The subject of killing with kindness also comes up.

Putting a six-foot-four-inch tall woman in golden heels made for a sight. Especially when she was bopping down the hallway in a hooded tshirt and cutoff jean shorts with the Rolling Stones blaring from her iPod. Not wanting to make a fool of herself at the club, Lil decided on taking her new shoes out for a spin to make sure they wouldn't break or that she wouldn't topple over like a felled redwood. Making a fool of herself in the mansion wasn't such a worry. The Amazon made her way from room to room, testing stairs, carpet and hardwood floor alike though decided to skip heading out to the smoker's porch when she reached the kitchen.

Cammie was in the kitchen eating food, though it smelled more like Tabasco sauce than it did whatever it was originally. Of course, she was also the girl who had pretty much cleared the table of wasabi at the sushi joint while leaving her fish relatively untouched. When it came down it it, she liked food she could taste. After all, that was the other reason why people ate. She looked up when Lil walked in.

"Holy crap, and I thought you were tall enough," at five four, Cammie was one of the smaller people here and Lil towered over her normally. This was something else. "I thought agreeing to Mad Science in order to become taller would be a Bad Thing."

Pulling the earbuds from her ears, Lil gave the green-haired girl a wide smile. "Can't complain when it makes your legs look longer and your ass fantastic," she pointed out. "Find anything good in the fridge?" The blonde was always up for raiding the main kitchen even though Amara's leftovers usually trumped anything she could find downstairs.

"I'm a horrible judge of that which normal people find good," Cammie said. "Unless you want to top anything with Tabasco or eat stuff that's been in the fridge for too long. That's where my area of expertise comes in. Other than that, everything looks stupidly normal."

She shook her head over her own lunch, "And I'm not even going to comment on your legs or ass. That's TOTALLY not my job."

Lil snorted as she plopped down into a nearby chair. Invulnerable or not, the damn shoes were uncomfortable and if she was going to be stuck wearing them for a night of dancing, it was best to give her feet a break. "Wasn't looking for you to. I've got a man to do that for me."

Her nose wrinkled at the mention of old food; there was a lot of things she'd eat but something past it's date was not one of them. "I'll send anything that goes bad in my room your way," Lil promised with a little chuckle. "Amara's always fooling around with stuff and I'm sure I could stash away a cupcake or something 'til it gets nice and moldy."

"She was trying to figure out what she could bake for me. I'm slightly afraid," Cammie said. "If only because there's something sinister about cooking with poison even if it's for someone who eats it like candy," she mused.

"And I hope your man is almost seven feet tall or you're going to be looking down on your date all night. Heels are... well, I suppose they're not totally worthless, you could take it off and then put the heel part through someone's eye."

"As long as she labels them so I don't pick one of yours up on accident, she can do all the experimenting she wants." Amara was a wonderful baker but Lil had no desire to poison herself next time she reaped the benefits of her suite-mate's skills. "When you're my height, you're used to guys being tit level, sweetie. This one, ain't. Outta the shoes, he's got two inches on me, easily. And biceps the size of your head so I don't need to worry about turning my new purchase into a weapon if things go south tonight."

"And in those heels, you're going to top him," Cammie pointed out. "And she really shouldn't bother with it. I mean, I don't know what I'm going to do with all this kindness. It's going to choke me to death."

"Topping him," Lil said with a devious smirk, "is part of the whole idea, Sweetie. As for Amara, she's a freaking ball of sunshine. You'll get used to her and then you'll appreciate her 'cause she's a nice girl who just likes doing nice things for people. Plus, you score food out of it."

"Sure she is. The entire concept though of someone doing things 'just 'cause' just scares me," she mused. Cammie was a Street Kid. Street Kids didn't make it more than a year if they trusted everyone who claimed to be totally altruistic. "All this kindness is creeping me out. Don't get me wrong, it's all great. But it's creepy."

Reaching down, the Amazon unbuckled one of the shoes. "Creepy was the frog watching me eat its heart last night. Amara, not creepy. Not threatening either. She keeps me fed and doesn't bitch when she walks in on an overnight guest in the bathroom the next morning, so, yeah, I'm gonna keep her around for awhile," Lil laughed. "You'll get used to her - and everyone else even if it takes a little while."

"Oh that frog didn't feel a thing," Cammie said. "I'm pretty sure it was already dead. And it wasn't even the best tasting thing at the table," she dropped the subject of kindness. They were going to kill her with kindness, but she'd deal.

"The heart was beating! That's creepy. Jean-Paul shoving an octopus down his throat was hysterical, though." One shoe done, she unbuckled the other then kicked them both off. "You coming to the club tonight?"

"It's not creepy until you've drop kicked the kidney. And then it's just funny," Cammie pointed out. "Club? What club? Short answer: no. Me and my gangrenous arm don't do large groups of people in small areas."

"Silver. Grand reopening or something, I dunno." She gave another little shrug and after collecting her shoes, stood up. "Half the mansion's going. Supposed to be a big party and I worked the clubs back home so I'm looking forward to it. Shame you're not coming," Lil said with surprising sincerity in her voice.

"Yeah, sounds too expensive for me. And anywhere that will have people willingly shove their feet into heels won't be the type of place where I can start a fight with a pool cue, so I'll sit it out," Cammie said, sucking some errant Tabasco off the fork she was using.

"'Course, if half the mansion is going that means I get half the mansion to myself. Haha, EVIL TIME."

Shaking her head, the Amazon chuckled again before shoving the earbuds back into place while the shoes dangled off the tips of her fingers. "Well, I gotta go get ready. Have fun storming the castle. Just stay outta my room."

"Curses, foiled again!"