voice mail

[ghostytrainer]

Oh hey, what's up?

[There's a pause, perhaps you should tell him why you called. At least until he interrupts...]

Hey, that's cool, but guess what?!

[Another short pause, perhaps you should guess what is so important that John felt the need to interrupt your surely riveting story.]

I am not actually here right now! So leave me a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!

[You cannot hope to beat John Egbert in a prank-off. He is simply the best there is.]

Hehehehe...you totally fell for it, didn't you?

[Beep!]

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[tentacletrainer]

[[Chuckling, she shakes her head and slinks her way into the bathroom. Come here hot bath.]]

wow look at those gross typos...

[ghostytrainer]

[And John, meanwhile, fires up the stove and oven, pulling his apron on over his shirt and boxers. It's time to make the magic happen.]

[Whenever Rose gets out of the bathroom, after he bath, it will be to a very sweet-smelling hotel room. Is that... cinnamon buns? And something else... it's kind of hard to pick out because damn cinnamon, damn, but... hmmm. What could it be?]

[If she goes into the kitchen, she will find that the table has already been set. John himself though is still standing in front of the stove putting the finishing touches on breakfast.]

hehe

[tentacletrainer]

[[Oh wow...it smelled absolutely wonderful as she left the bathroom, and the closer she got to the kitchen? The better it smelled.]]

Mmmm....John what are you making? It smells as if I've died and gone to heaven.

sobbing

[ghostytrainer]

I am making breakfast, duh. Sit down and then maybe I will let you see exactly what that entails. [He looks over his shoulder at her and grins somewhat mischievously.]

[tentacletrainer]

[[With a chuckle she did as told, pulling a seat out for herself and taking it.]]

Alright, alright.

[ghostytrainer]

[There's a click as John turns off the burner and the oven before turning around, keeping his body in front of the stove/oven so that Rose can't see what he's up to.]

Close your eyes!

[tentacletrainer]

[[Raising her eyebrow but closing her eyes thereafter, she waits with anticipation!]]

[ghostytrainer]

Hehehehehe...

[There's sounds of movement from the other side of the kitchen as John pulls something out of the oven.]

Now keep them closed! Or else I will have Slimer cover them for you and we both know that you don't want that.

[Aside from the clink of plates and the patter of bare feet on linoleum, there's nothing to really give Rose a clue of what John is doing. But it sounds as though he has at least moved over to the table now.]

[tentacletrainer]

I'm being a good girl! No need to send him in. [[Chuckling she waits, resisting the urge to open her eyes anyway. What are you up to, John?]]

[ghostytrainer]

[There are a few clinks that are unmistakably that of plates making contact with a table, followed by the scrape of a chair against the floor and the sound of John sitting down.]

Alright, open them!

[When she does, she will find a plate of red pancakes covered in powdered sugar directly in front of her. In the middle of the table is a plate of unfrosted cinnamon buns and a small bowl of fruit that was totally there the whole time but Katar only just realized that it was never mentioned. Go Katar. There's also a small erving bowl of some kind of white glaze-like substance that can really only be cream cheese for both the red velvet pancakes and the cinnamon buns both.]

[John is sitting across from her, head resting on his hands and grinning from ear to ear, awaiting Rose's judgement.]

[tentacletrainer]

[[Rose stares, somewhat dumbfounded by the breakfast offering she sees. She doesn't know where to start.]]

...John...

[ghostytrainer]

Rose.

[Still just grinning and waiting for a response that's a little longer than one word.]

[tentacletrainer]

You...went to all this trouble for me?

[ghostytrainer]

Pfft, trouble? Please. This is nothing. Besides, I promised you red velvet pancakes when you got back, didn't I?

[tentacletrainer]

[[With a warm smile, she nods and glances at that cream cheese glaze before looking at the rest of the table.

And now that glaze is pouring over the pancakes. Just a drizzle, but still.

And then she's biting into it and oh it's like heaven. Look at that look on her face. John you killed her.]]