Gabriella on the other hand wanted something proper. Some sort of full meal that would fill her up, though that would always make her sleepy after. But the energy to make something was lacking, and she went to the fridge to look in it, muttering to herself as she first too got out an apple, though fussed over it – first peeling it, and cutting it; taking out the core and all, and then searched for a jar of peanut butter and a spoon.

She then hopped up onto the counter to dig the spoon in the peanut butter, and smear it on the apple and eat it.

"I won't screw up next time."