Of course I'm sure, you weirdo. I only came to this thing because you asked me to. ( she wasn't really in the market for pantsless companions anymore, and she'd have been equally happy just lounging around at home in her pajamas. or not in them, if the last few hours were any indication. ) I'm gonna grab some water, though — don't let anybody steal my chair.

( a grin, and she's darting back into the living room of the suite, weaving her way through partygoers and discarded cups — seriously, gross — until she hits the gleaming white and chrome of the full-service kitchen. kimberly's relieved to find the french door fridge is filled with more than just booze and mixers. there's plenty of bottled water of both the still and sparkling varieties, fruit platters towering with sweet-smelling mixes, and what looks suspiciously like a fancy trifle tucked in the back.

she opts to scoop a half dozen bottles of spring water into a nearby ice bucket, looping the handle over one arm before reaching in for a platter of fruit. it's a tropical medley, with melons and pineapples and even exotic looking options like starfruit and tart cherries mixed in, and kimberly can't help but enjoy the heady fragrance as she dumps the lot of it into an oversized serving bowl that had previously held enough after-dinner mints to choke an elephant. two forks tucked into a lace waistband sealed the deal.

she's all grins as she tugs the doors open again, closing them with a tap of her hip once she's made her way through. with the food in her lap, waters on the ground, and her chair scooted close enough to bump up against trini's, kimberly breaks the silence. )

I couldn't pick, so I took everything. Want a pineapple?

( here's your fork, trini. )