Jenn looked over at Plymouth, munching on one of her own mint chocolate chip cookies. "Hey Plymouth? What did you put in your cookies? Just wondering cause....well....they taste different." She added hastily, "Not that that's a bad thing but, you know, I was just wondering."

Maybe it had buckets of SUGAR in it. Or maybe a looooooove potion. Nah....even for Plym that was going extreme. Besides, he was such a ladies man as it was. He didn't neeeeed love potion in his cookies. Besides, it probably cooked out of it...because they were defiantly......overly cooked. Sugar must be it.


Jenn's eyes widened in horror. It was time for the....gulp.....auditions? Already? NUUUUUU!

She felt like she was about to die. She was going.....lastish. Not last last, for that was dumb, but close to last....yeah. Not first....defiantly not first. She just felt bad for the unfortunate soul that had to go first. Maybe she would give them another cookie afterwards. Or a flower. She knew how to do that now.