He had had no intention of getting drunk, and perhaps one day he would realize that that was what he was. He didn't at the time, but all that really meant was that he stuck with his initial thought:
Vanilla tastes good.
The realization was entirely accidental. He had been craving pudding. How hard could it be to make pudding? Plain vanilla pudding. Except there were no mixes in his dorm kitchen-thing. He had turned his attention to the internet, and met with initial success. He had a recipe. He even had the ingredients, as there was nothing outlandish required.
Except for the vanilla extract. Of course vanilla pudding needed vanilla. That made complete sense. So he'd followed the recipe, made the pudding, and went to use the vanilla. It smelled very much like vanilla, and honestly it was the vanilla side of vanilla pudding that he'd been hoping for. He was also running on about a half hour of sleep over the past few days, started classes in a few more if his health check went as it undoubtedly would, and was a little more reactive than proactive. The vanilla smelled good and he wanted vanilla.
Half a bottle of cheap vanilla extract later, he was sprawled on the floor, kind of leaning against the wall, eating his slightly burnt pudding out of the pot with a wooden mixing spoon and trying to keep his tears out of the pudding. He wasn't even thinking about anything in particular; recent events were just swirling around in a giant, unrestrained mass of EMOTION in his head and he couldn't touch it or poke it or push it back and it was there.
He needed more pudding. And not hot pudding studded with lumps of ice, because that was just weird.
@"Ambrose"
Vanilla tastes good.
The realization was entirely accidental. He had been craving pudding. How hard could it be to make pudding? Plain vanilla pudding. Except there were no mixes in his dorm kitchen-thing. He had turned his attention to the internet, and met with initial success. He had a recipe. He even had the ingredients, as there was nothing outlandish required.
Except for the vanilla extract. Of course vanilla pudding needed vanilla. That made complete sense. So he'd followed the recipe, made the pudding, and went to use the vanilla. It smelled very much like vanilla, and honestly it was the vanilla side of vanilla pudding that he'd been hoping for. He was also running on about a half hour of sleep over the past few days, started classes in a few more if his health check went as it undoubtedly would, and was a little more reactive than proactive. The vanilla smelled good and he wanted vanilla.
Half a bottle of cheap vanilla extract later, he was sprawled on the floor, kind of leaning against the wall, eating his slightly burnt pudding out of the pot with a wooden mixing spoon and trying to keep his tears out of the pudding. He wasn't even thinking about anything in particular; recent events were just swirling around in a giant, unrestrained mass of EMOTION in his head and he couldn't touch it or poke it or push it back and it was there.
He needed more pudding. And not hot pudding studded with lumps of ice, because that was just weird.
@"Ambrose"
