[Willow, still newly released, decides to take a snack break--she's been researching in the library almost all day now, after all, and isn't exactly making progress anyway.
So into Seventh Heaven she goes, and mosies up to the bar. As she decides what to get, the boy to her left catches her eye: Not only does he look ridiculous, but he's also staring at his milkshake like it's about to eat him, not the other way around.
Settling into her seat, she looks over at him and gingerly points to the mysterious beverage.]
I think it's probably safe to eat. Or...drink, as the case may be. [Are both verbs applicable here? Oh well, not important!]
macktruck at three o'clock
So into Seventh Heaven she goes, and mosies up to the bar. As she decides what to get, the boy to her left catches her eye: Not only does he look ridiculous, but he's also staring at his milkshake like it's about to eat him, not the other way around.
Settling into her seat, she looks over at him and gingerly points to the mysterious beverage.]
I think it's probably safe to eat. Or...drink, as the case may be. [Are both verbs applicable here? Oh well, not important!]