Talk about yourself in third person

Ellie says that she will try ghostberries if Polt tries fry sauce.

Inferno politely suggests that they all stop trying odd foods and start acting like normal human beings.

Paige laughs, “Act normal? NEVER!” She brings out giant bottles of paint, and grins.

Inferno reluctantly nods, she was never one to act normal. But she is slightly concerned as to what Paige might do with mass amounts of paint.

Ellie hopes that the paint is not for eating. Ellie wants her friends to try fry sauce. Ellie wants @herbalhour and @Spearmint to try it.

Amaya thinks this should be a storybook/tagbook "This sounds so much fun in RP form" she says.

mint arrives in the room with a strong scent of, well, mint and waves eagerly at everyone.

"What's fry sauce?" she asks. Then, before getting an answer, she whips out a piece of gluten free bread and dips it in Ellie's fry sauce. mint thinks for a moment, then decides, "Mmm."

She starts singing, "Fry sauce! Fry sauce!" and gets out more bread and dips it in fry sauce and tosses it at Amaya, Inferno, Paige, herb, Jazz, Polt, and some nonexistent people as well.

Paige looks at the bread dipped in fry sauce, and puts it in her mouth and eats it. “Ooh, not bad! BUT THIS IS BETTER.” She opens all her paints and pours it everywhere, the room flooding with paint.

"mm paint" herb exclaimed

midnight comes in and looks around and waves at everyone "oh my its very colorful in here isn't it" she smiles

mint grins at midnight. "Indeed!" She dips a finger into a splatter of paint and starts drawing flowers on the wall. Then she draws stick figures, approximately resembling each of them.

Laughing hysterically, Paige dives into the paint.

Ellie is so happy that her friends like fry sauce! Ellie puts her hands in the paint and draws Duolingo on the wall and begins writing phrases in German, while she eats fry sauce.

Paige comes out from the paint and stands on a table. She shouts, “HEY EVERYONE, HOW ARE YOU?”

"Finer than a frog split 21 different ways!" Jazz replied from the ceiling, where he sat cross legged. He was drawing an eye on the ceiling with a pencil, while snacking on hoisin garlic sauce.