Roxy, Mizz Rose

*clings* I know! It is so unbelievably woeful that I need Prozac after writing it. Let us cry together at our most emo!

I need a hankie like that.

But then, lo, JDM emerges from the walk-in pantry with a can of ravioli. "Hey, Tom, why so sad?"

"Because I killed you!"

"No way, man, I'd totally know if I croaked and I am lively!"

"No, you're a ghost!"

Jared: *pat-pat* "Tom, calm down. He's totally fine."

JDM: "Whoa, dude, heavy. Did not know I was a ghost. Least the afterlife has Chef Boyardee though." *grins and is pleased about this*

Tom: "Can I have Spaghetti Os?" *distracted from his woe*

JDM: "Sure, dude, there's a can in their pantry. We can share."

Tom: "I love you, big-alive gnome Jeffrey! When we're done eating, we can color with crayons, right?"

JDM: "Sure." *unaware that he has just curbed a serious angst fest, but totally on board with coloring--it's soothing and the colors are colorful* "When we're done with that, I'll roll us a doob and we can toke up."

Tom: *not sure what a doob or a toke is, but...* "Okay, gnome Jeff!"

Jared: *eyes feeling a bit crossed* "I don't even know what's going on anymore."

Jensen: *paper bag at last in hand* "Me either. Um. But at least he stopped crying." *also looking on the bright side*