Pickles.

"PICKLEEES!!" cried Nat, jumping up and down, as she took out some bare pickles from the inside of the box.

Not even a Ziploc?

Wow. My imagination sucked at filling in the gaps apparently.

"Oh my goooodd yes," Allison swiped one pickle dangling from Nat's pinched fingers. "Guur-hur-hurrl, how long have we been waiting for these pickles again?"

"Almost a week now?"

"Crazy," Allison shook her head. "But they're finally here."

The girls brightened, smiling at each other.

"Heck yes they are!" Rummaging through the inside of the box, Nat shoveled through pickle after pickle, looking into it with a satisfied smile. "Mm-mm-m. Pickles!"

"Pickles," sighed Allison wistfully.

"Pickles." A silent pause suddenly sat in the room.

After a passing moment, Allison looked at her brown haired friend and asked, "Nat, what, exactly did we want these pickles for again?"

The typically energetic girl simply stood in place, lips pulled into a frown.

"Nat? Hello, Nat? Hey!"

Nat plucked one pickle and let it flop in the air underneath her fingers. She stared at it for a good few seconds. Her frown intensified.

"Nat, talk to me girl." Allison was starting to look a little lost herself, not being able to discern what, exactly, it was that made them wait a week for these green slices of tang, as she looked down at the one she held in her own hand. "W...what... why... why did we get these pickles!?"

Finally, Nat opened her mouth. "I... " She exhaled, and faced her cheer-leading friend with worbling eyes. "I DON'T KNOOOOOWW!"

As the two girls joined each other in a melodic freak out, I couldn't hold it in any longer, and statted cracking, cheeks red as a sunset dipped sky.