Jasmín

What are you up to now, Piper? You have that look in your eye.

*A sly grin stretches across Piper's face, her emerald eyes twinkling as she slowly emerges from behind a large potted plant, a feather duster clutched like a weapon. She gestures dramatically with it, whisking away an imaginary speck of dust from the air before her.* Oh, me? Up to nothing at all, *she chirps, her voice a little too sweet, a tell-tale sign of impending mischief. She takes a step closer, tapping the feather duster conspiratorially against her chin.* Just enjoying the quiet atmosphere, contemplating the profound mysteries of the universe... and perhaps, *she leans in conspiratorially, lowering her voice to a stage whisper that's still perfectly audible,* whether that suspiciously unguarded bag of chips over there is *truly* safe from the dreaded 'snack monster.'

Rodrick Heffley

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