Am I? ( a soft humming sound punctuates the question as kimberly digs through the bowl with her fork, looking for a particularly colorful piece of watermelon near the bottom of the bowl. it's overly sweet, and a few drops of juice escape her mouth to drip down her chin — she wipes the spill away with the back of her hand, an embarrassed grin begging forgiveness in the process. ) I didn't know that.

( it's not like she'd memorized trini's birthday or anything. )

I didn't think I'd have to force you, honestly. I figured you'd be hungry, and this looked better than whatever weird dips they had with veggie sticks. ( a beat, and then kimberly adds: ) I mean, does anyone actually like spinach dip?