Room 402, Thursday night

[hurtingzeebo]

If anyone asked, Sam would say she was meditating.

Or, rather, she would say something like "I dunno, what's your face doing?" but she was telling herself that she'd say she was meditating.

This was what happened when one ate two delivery turkeys by onesself in one afternoon.

[ooc: expecting one, but the post is open for anyone else wanting to wander by.]

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"Hey... I'm the one dressing like the carrot," Freddie said. "That sounds kind of dangerous."

[hurtingzeebo]

"Awwww, is Fweddie afwaid of a widdle maiming?" Sam shrugged. "Fine, we'll use a dull giant vegetable peeler."

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"This is not making it any-- ribbit."

Yeah, Freddie's outrage had just been cut short by frogification.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam's eyes went wide, then narrowed. She leaned forward to peer at the now froggy Freddie. "Freddie?"

She looked around as though someone was about to jump out and yell "SURPRISE!", then back at the frog. She pursed her lips, looking thoughtful, then tilted her head. She frowned, and titled her head the other way, leaning a little closer.

". . . This isn't a fairy tale," she decided. "I'm totally not going to kiss you to see if you turn back into Freddie."

And she was totally going to deny to anyone that she ever even thought that maybe she should try it for even a moment.

". . . Nope. Not gonna do it."

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"Ribbit," the Freddie-frog said, and it hopped towards Sam.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam sat back up. "Dude, I said no! . . . Definitely not!"

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Freddie-frog paused and ribbited again. What else was he supposed to do?

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam groaned. "Fine. But if you tell Carly, I will sell you to a French restaurant." She reached out to grab the Freddie frog.

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Freddie didn't even squirm. He just sort of looked up with his big red frog eyes at Sam and wondered if she'd actually go through with it.

[hurtingzeebo]

Well, it wasn't like she was squeamish.

"Not. One. Word," she said. And leaned in to kiss the frog.

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And lo, did the frog... remain a frog.

Poor Fredward couldn't catch a break, really.

[hurtingzeebo]

Sam sighed. "Figures. Where the hell am I gonna get a frog sized carrot costume by tomorrow?"