Gwen stifled a lazy yawn as she slipped into the kitchen. Her stomach was grumbling in a most unladylike manner, and a hunger snitch tugged the muscles in her abdomen.

As she entered the vast room, the mixture of aromas was intoxicating. Fresh baked bread, cane sugar, pure vanilla, cake mix... she released a sigh. She was going to have to fight very hard not to devour the entire kitchen.

Placing her palm over her rumbling stomach, she scanned the shelved. Did she want sweet? Did she want salty? Did she want to go crazy and have both? The opportunities were endless.

Gwen's blue eyes landed upon a over sized freezer on the other side of the room.

"Ice cream!" she exclaimed - if one can exclaim while maintaining a whisper level - as she rushed for the freezer. She could already feel the cool substance melting in her mouth--

Get a grip, Gwennie, she thought to herself. Apparently, she was hungrier than she thought she'd been.

Gingerly, she opened the freezer door and scoured the shelves. Frozen meat? No. Frozen bread? No. Hot-pockets? No.

Why was the Grimm's freezer stocked with Hot-Pocketsanyway?

Gwen shook the thought away and returned her focus to the hunt for ice cream.

"Aha!" she muttered, shoving her toward the back of the third shelf in the freezer and locking her grip around a carton of vanilla ice cream.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." She retrieved a spoon from the counter, popped the lid, and dug in. No need for a bowl. She was going to polish the whole carton of herself.

A girl deserved a treat every once in a while, if you asked her.

The thought of getting off his ass and moving even to his closet was unbearable. But, Gabe would do it. He wanted Gwennie to make him a smoothie… and maybe get himself a sandwich while he was at it. He rolled his computer chair to his closet and took a blue polo shirt off the hanger and pulled it over his bare chest. He grabbed some socks that were on the floor under his shirts and put those on as well. He rolled back over to his computer and put it on hibernate. Sighing, he rolled the chair over to the end of his bed and grabbed his converse and lazily tied them into sloppy loops. ”Damn it, Gwen.” He mumbled as he finally got up out of his computer chair, feeling his bones ache for a moment. His feet shuffled over to his door, before leaving, stuffing his phone into his pocket and checking himself out in his mirror. ”Hello you sexy beast.” Gabe said with a smirk just before leaving his room and heading down to the kitchen.

On the way down, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and went online. He just couldn’t resist not being on just in-case someone decided to break some major news like, someone was cheating on so-n-so with this lint-licker. Gabe could only pray that there was some form of news posted today. The boredom was eating away at him now.

Once he got the fork in the hall, leading to all the different dorms; rose, dragon, tempest, thorn. He had the option of picking up Robert... or letting him find his own way down to the kitchen. Option 2 was much better to Gabe. Less walking. And the possibility that there was more smoothies for him.

Finally, he shuffled into the kitchen, grumbling as he saw Gwen standing by the freezer, stuffing her face with ice cream. ”Jeez, slow down. Your going to make yourself sick.”

Gwen was half-way through the carton by the time Gabe ambled into the kitchen. "'Bout time," she chided through a mouth-full of frozen paradise. She was a classic girl when it came to taste - it was all about the vanilla, baby. But having stuffed her face full of frozen dairy, she was kind of craving an apple though.

Stop, she ordered herself. You hate apples, remember?

Since she'd found out about her fairy-tale counterpart five years ago, Gwen had sworn off apples as a precaution. No way was any bitch putting this Snow-White to sleep for a hundred years.

"Jeez, slow down. Your going to make yourself sick.”

"I'll slow down if you get off your phone," she challenged flirtatiously. Not that she was all that interested in Gabe. Not really at all, actually. But it was late, and truth be told, shameless flirting was a ridiculous amount of fun. "Say, where's Robert? Don't tell me he's going to snub me."

After turning of one of the computers in the Dragon 'social area thing', as he called it , Robert his brown leather jacket and left the room. He took up vigil just across the corridor and waited patiently for his two companions to come retrieve him and save him from the boredom that had infected Grimm's as of late. While he stood there he finally pulled on the jacket and found slight entertainment in watching the occasional passer by as they, well... passed by. Needless to say it wasn't actually all that entertaining really. He got a few funny looks from some of them and one had snorted with laughter at the sight of him before turning to her friends and whispering in their ears. Robert didn't understand what was so funny until Gwen and Gabe had showed up and one of them had teasingly called him a hooker.

Due to the need to take a leak on the way down the hall, Rob had excused himself from the other two and stopped off at the bathroom, thus resulting him being the last to enter the kitchen. When he finally did however it was to find Gwen already digging into a tub off ice-cream and Gabe saying something about getting ill. Making his way over to one of the drawers, the one labelled spoons, he opened it and took out a spoon, before shutting it and going to stand beside Gwen. He reached over and took some of the ice-cream that she seemed so possessive over.

“Mmmm,” he said with the ice-cream still in his mouth. “You should definitely try this Gabe, it's gorgeous.”

Robert moved off again with the spoon in his mouth and began rooting around in the upper cupboards. He took out a bowl and some strawberry sauce then returned to steal some more ice-cream. He shovelled some into his bowl then drowned it in sauce. Rob found a seat in the form of one of the large wooden tables that adorned the centre of the kitchen floor. As soon as he was seated he tucked into to the treat in his hands.

Not exactly feeling her best, after very quickly logging onto Grimm's instant messaging service, it hadn't taken long for Allecto to decide that she definitely needed a break from her homework assignment, and definitely needed some hot lemon to try and clear what felt like a really bad cold or even flu building up inside her body... since coming home from the school that day, all she had wanted to so was sleep. She had far too much to do...

"oh sod it", she had said to herself as she got up, dressed in her blue pyjamas, decorated with bunny rabbits, and grabbed her bg fluffy dressing gown and put on her slippers... she certainly didn't look her best, and she certainly didn't care... anything to make her feel better, and she desperately hoped this would work, she groggily made her way to the kitchen and wasn't surprised to see three people there in the big room... "Hey everyone", she yawned lazily as she trudged to her store cupboard, grabbing the sachet of lemon medication.

She wearily turned and smiled at them all, feeling her heart flutter a little as she saw Gabe, but did her very best to hide it... "you all planning a food fight down here or something...?", she asked them.

”Bout time,” ”Oh, that’s a very lady-like greeting.” He said, watching as Gwen continued to stuff her face. Gabe could almost feel the spit of cold ice cream and saliva fling out of her mouth and hitting his cheek. Jeez, she could really put it away.

”I’ll slow down when you get off your phone.” Gabe glared at her. ”I know this maybe hard to believe, but I’m a very popular person… and I need to keep in contact with those who can’t get enough of my witty repartee.” He said, still hitting buttons in a certain order to create words and phrases.

”Say, where’s Robert? Don’t tell me he’s going to snub me.” ”Don’t know… I hope he does. More ice cream for us.” Gabe said with a smirk, about to grab a spoon when loll and behold, Robert decided to finally should up. Damn. Less ice cream for them.

”mmmm, you should definitely try this Gabe…” He made a sort of disgusted look. ”I think I’ll pass…” Gabe said, going to the freezer and looking at the contents inside. ”Ooo, hot pockets… should I have them frozen or boiling lava hot?” He asked himself before shoving them aside to look for frozen fruit and hopefully some more ice cream.

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”Hey everyone” A wide, devilish smile spread across Gabe’s lips. ”Hey Ally… sorry, there isn’t any more ice cream left.” He said, glairing at both Gwen and Robert.

”you all planning a food fight down here or something?” ”I’m afraid not. But, that’s a very brilliant idea, I’ll have to remember that one for another day.” Gabe said, still searching for frozen fruit in the freezer.

As Rob shoved a spoon into her carton, Gwen turned the full force of her glare upon him. "Excuse me, who invited to to mooch off me? I know I didn't." But to her irritation, the brash remark seemed to have no effect of the seventh-year. He snatched a bowl from the cupboard, plunged his spoon into HER ice cream and served himself up a healthy dollop.

"HEY! Not cool!" she wailed in protest, but her efforts were already lost.

Instead of harping on The Ice Cream Thief - maybe he couldn't help stealing other people's things, being Robin Hood and all - Gwen turned her attention to the newest member of their company.

"Hey everyone", greeted Allecto.

"Ally! Come into our office, love!" she examined Allecto. "You don't look so good. Everything okay?"

”you all planning a food fight down here or something?”

”I’m afraid not. But, that’s a very brilliant idea, I’ll have to remember that one for another day.”

Gwen smirked. "Actually, Gabe, I think now's as goo a time as any, don't you?" asked Gwen casually before taking aim and lobbing the ;ast remnants of ice cream at Gabriel.

Robert ignored Gwen's protests at him stealing her ice-cream and continued with what he was doing.

“I was practising being Robin Hood by stealing from the rich, this being you since you have loads of ice-cream, and giving to the poor, this being me since I had no ice-cream at all. It's all in the nature of furthering my experiences of thievery so that I can be the best fairy tale character I can be,” Rob explained with a smirk. Obviously this explanation was un-true since the only reason he'd took the ice-cream was so that he could have some and to be a pain.

He put some of the stolen goods in his mouth and pushed it around in his mouth, mixing the ice-cream with the strawberry sauce. Rob stuck his tongue out exposing Gwen to the pink mush he'd made. He retracted the mess and swallowed it before being able to say anything without ice-cream falling everywhere.

“You can have it back if you want,” he grinned, “but I wouldn't if I were you. Who knows where my mouth has been.”

He listened as the other three, Allecto having just joined them, discussed having a food fight. A dollop of ice-cream flying passed his line of vision told Robert that Gwen had liked that idea and had took it upon herself to get the ball rolling. He brought his legs up onto the table so that they crossed in front of him and put a protective hand over the top of his bowl. All in an effort to save his precious strawberry covered ice-cream from the obvious chaos that would ensue.

Gabe continued to search in the freezer. Damn, where the hell was the frozen fruit. You would think if a place had hot pockets, which were pretty much pop tarts filled with plastic meat, they’d have some frozen fruit. But, no, this place was too good for frozen fruit. He’d have to go to the store later and pick some up or something. Ugh, but that involved walking… all those extra steps. Gabe just might as well go out and pick up a smoothie instead.

”Actually, Gabe…” He turned around to see Gwen, taking a glob of ice cream from the carton. ”I think no’s as good a time as any, don’t you?” Gabe stared at her and the glob of ice cream on the spoon as she prepared to fire it at him.

Time seemed to speed by when she flicked it at him. Ducking, the ice cream hit a box of frozen fish sticks in the freezer. Gabe stood up, waving his hands. ”Woah! Woah!” He said, still in shock that she was actually throwing ice cream at him. ”This shirt is dry-clean only!.” Gabe said, lightly tugging at the collar of his shirt.

To Gwen's dismay, Gabriel managed to evade the ice-cram missile she'd tossed his way. The glob of frozen cream soared over his head and back into the freezer. Damn. But Gwen wasn't about to give up yet!

She glanced about the room wildly, scanning the kitchen for a new weapon. Her eyes found Robert almost instantaneously, his hand shielding his bowl protectively and pink goop dribbling down his chin.

Struck by inspiration, Gwen snatched the bottle of strawberry syrup from the counter beside Robert.

”Woah! Woah! This shirt is dry-clean only!"

Gwen shook her head at Gabriel. "Tsk, tsk," she sighed. "Didn't your mother teach you not to wear your nice clothes when you're eating?" she teased as she approached him with the syrup.

”Didn’t your mother teach you not to wear your nice clothes when you’re eating?” ”Yeah, but, I’m not planing on eating sticky strawberry syrup that coasts 19 dollars to get out a stain from.” His mother had always pounded that information in his head. About how dry cleaners where con-artists but, the best con-artists out there because you couldn’t just walk around with a stain on your shirt, you’d look like a dumbass.

”Gwen! You stay the hell away from me with that...!” Gabe screeched, backing away, looking like a little girl. Damn that Gwen. Using sweetened frozen dairy products, a gift from god, against him and now… strawberry syrup?! Gabe had a bad experience once with the powered strawberry milk mix… it was a very traumatic event and now when ever he sees strawberry products that you blend with others to make a delicious strawberry experience, he never looks at it the same way. Damn you Nesquik.

Robert watched in horror as Gwen took his precious strawberry sauce and started to threaten Gabriel with it. How anyone could consider using strawberry sauce as a weapon was unknown to Robert. He considered it a form of blaspheme. Squirting it around, wasting it, acting as though it was on par with the lowly chocolate sauce. Sacrilege for crying out loud! Someone had to stop the inhumanity. Cue Robert Linwood.

He put aside his bowl of pink, ice-cream mush (yes, it was that serious!) and crept up behind Gwen. No sound came from his footsteps as he plodded forward, ever nearing his target. Once he was behind her he held his breath so as not to alert her to his presence and scanned the situation quickly. He noticed her eyes never left Gabriel as she threatened him. So sensing this as a weak spot he used in to his advantage. His arm darted out and back down to his side with the prize in hand so fast that he suspected Gwen wouldn't have had much time to even blink. Though victory wasn't his quite yet, he was still in the vicinity for her to steal the bottle back from him.

He ran off across the kitchen, leapt across the table and used one of the counters as a step to propel himself at the fridge, which he landed, rather well actually, on the top of and twisted round to sit on properly with his legs dangling down over the edge. All this, he hoped, before she even had chance to truly realise that she no longer held the sauce in her hand. Robert grinned smugly to himself at his show of thievery. It was times like this that being Robin Hood in training was extremely useful.

“Never use strawberry sauce for food fights!” he called down from his new seat, wiggling the bottle at her to emphasise his point. “That's what chocolate sauce is for. Plus, it stains more too.”