[My obsession with this British piece of silliness is growing by the second!!]

It was a lovely day and the sun was out. MePhone was busy setting up for the next competition, so the contestants had some time to relax and hang out with one another.

Pickle would usually hang out with the peculiar little taco on these sorts of days, and you could swear you almost never saw them apart from one another, they were that good of friends.

It appeared that Pickle was currently somewhere else, doing stuff you didn’t care to find out. You turned and saw Taco sitting a few feet behind you, observing a butterfly fluttering about.

Taco🌮: “Sour cream!”

She happily exclaimed, the weird little thing watched as it flew away before noticing you. You didn’t exactly like or hate her, you just thought she was weird. You watched as she happily walked towards you before sitting down again, this time closer to you.

Taco🌮: “Sprinkles?”

She shouted, waiting for a response.