Mary Grace is... tired. For the last few weeks she's been gluing googly eyes and frisbees, cutting up newspapers and begging Doug Bobson to just look like an alien for 15 minutes, and now she finally gets to enjoy the fruits of her labor.
But what she really wants to do is take a nap. Maybe she should ask Uriah where the best nap spots are, he's definitely already scoped them out. Or she can just fall asleep at this table.
She plops down at the cold metal table with a pile of finger food. She's not gonna eat it all, she's gonna pick at everything on the plate and then walk away from it, effectively wasting three times as much food as she needed. "This is disgusting," she says right before biting into an eyeball-shaped cake. It's also fucking delicious.
SNACK BAR: Mary Grace + OPEN++
But what she really wants to do is take a nap. Maybe she should ask Uriah where the best nap spots are, he's definitely already scoped them out. Or she can just fall asleep at this table.
She plops down at the cold metal table with a pile of finger food. She's not gonna eat it all, she's gonna pick at everything on the plate and then walk away from it, effectively wasting three times as much food as she needed. "This is disgusting," she says right before biting into an eyeball-shaped cake. It's also fucking delicious.