Nancy hummed as she sat at her vanity, brushing her hair.

"Hey, Nance," You speak as you lie, sprawled out on her bed, your hair a mess. "Gotta question for ya."

"Hm?" Nancy hums as she looks at you through the reflection in her vanity mirror.

"Whats your favourite flavor?" You ask.

"What, just in general?" Nancy raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah." You nod, rolling onto your stomach and supporting your head with your hands.

"Your cherry chapstick." Nancy shrugs, smiling.