[h1][b][i][color=FFCB00][center]Leah Jordan[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a97e8983-b22c-4dfe-b2a2-4825bd67ff76.png[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=FFCB00][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Kingston-Gray House
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A normal teenager would have considered the subject of her favorite milkshake flavor something ordinary. Something [i]astronomically[/i] mundane. It was a fact of someone that had absolutely zero weight or meaning beyond personal taste, it impacted the world in no actionable way, it was barely worth a passing thought. In the average conversation where such a microscopic question came up, the neurons of the brain would scarcely even acknowledge it. A functional teenager’s base reflexes came through and the question would be answered, and not a soul on this Earth would care.

And Leah Jordan was many things. Brash, brave, loyal… But a functional teenager was not one of those things.

One of these guys had asked her about what [i]she[/i] wanted. The other one was joking about it. And the gears in Leah’s head came to a grinding, screeching halt. She did as Max asked and started looking for stuff, grabbing what he asked for instead of answering the question at first. How did she answer that?

Leah didn’t actually know what a milkshake tasted like. She didn’t even know if they were actually milk shaken up with stuff in it like the world’s weirdest soup, or if it was something else entirely. She used the search for peanut butter and chocolate as an excuse to not say [i]anything.[/i] 

Would it be bad to say she just didn’t want anything? Would they get mad and think she thought poorly of their food? Would Sabine? Leah could imagine they were staring a hole in the back of her head right this second. Just glaring at her, about to say, 

[i]“Well? There’s a hundred of you, hurry up.”[/i]

What was she going to tell Sabine? That she didn’t want to bother the nice wizards who had already done way more by inviting them here? What if they pushed? Fuck, what if they just gave her one [i]anyway?![/i]

Leah was mentally kicking herself trying to answer an impossibly boring question. All she had to say was [i]”I’m good. Thanks.”[/i] But she was having hard time getting the words out.

[color=ffcb00][i]What the hell is wrong with me?[/i][/color]

Coming her felt like a bad idea suddenly. Her head was racing faster and faster and she couldn’t quite put a word on why. Everything was fine just ten minutes ago, despite how [i]not fine[/i] the day had generally been. But now she was fretting over milkshakes. She really wanted to just walk out the front door when no one was looking, find a patch of dirt and stamp the ground andflyoffonaboulderandnotbehereandnotbehereandnot-

[color=ffcb00]”I’m- I don’t really eat that kind of thing. Never had one. Here-“[/color] She grabbed the stuff out of the cabinet and slid it down a counter, without turning around.

Leah was not having a good day.