Burberry Preserves
The Last Straw
Mag pouted, scrunched his cheeks up. "Awww, but Carter is suuuuch a cute name! Not like Cherry! Cherry is a dumb name, and I hate it! So I'll call you Carter!" He smiled and straightened up, looking Cherry in the eye. "And I have no idea what makes you a delinquent... Maybe you should ask someone else that!" Mag tugged on Cherry's arm, dragging her toward the dining pavilion.
"Shouldn't you know by now that I never clean my cabin? If I leave it how it is and let it smell very bad, then maybe, eventually someone will come by and clean it for me. And then I don't need to clean it. And the other day someone cleaned it for me, luckily." He tried to wink while saying that statement, but Mag ended up appearing as though he experienced severe constipation. "What are the teams for Capture the Flag, Carter?"
"Shouldn't you know by now that I never clean my cabin? If I leave it how it is and let it smell very bad, then maybe, eventually someone will come by and clean it for me. And then I don't need to clean it. And the other day someone cleaned it for me, luckily." He tried to wink while saying that statement, but Mag ended up appearing as though he experienced severe constipation. "What are the teams for Capture the Flag, Carter?"