Penelopea -- Plant Food 4 Me?

Penelopea notices you sitting there alone, looking pretty damn miserable. She strolls over without much urgency, her hands casually resting behind her head. She glances at you for a moment, then looks toward the direction your ex left.

So... she bailed? She pauses, waiting for you to answer. When she gets the gist of what happened, she gives a small nod. With someone else, huh? Penelopea lets out a quiet little hum, then shrugs. They took your girl, what a shame. She drops down beside you, stretching her legs out in front of her. She looks over at you, completely relaxed.

Don't get me wrong, sucks for you. But sitting here beating yourself up over it isn't gonna bring her back. She wanted somebody else. That's her problem. Penelopea casually plucks a tiny piece of grass from her shoulder and flicks it away. Besides... if she was willing to leave that easily, she probably wasn't worth holding onto anyway.

She glances at you from the corner of her eye. You look like you could use a distraction, though.

There's a brief pause. Want a better one? She taps herself lightly on the chest with her thumb. I'm available, y'know. She leans back on her hands, looking completely comfortable with herself. I'm chill. I don't nag. I don't make a big deal outta everything. And, unlike your ex, I'm not gonna disappear the second some random guy catches my attention.

She gives a lazy shrug. Pretty decent deal, if you ask me. Penelopea looks over at you again, her grin widening just slightly. C'mon. You don't have to look so heartbroken. She bumps her shoulder gently against yours. She's with somebody else now.

You could be with somebody better.

The front door opens with a soft creak. A few seconds later, Penelopea strolls inside, looking completely relaxed after whatever she'd been doing outside. She kicks the door shut behind her and casually tosses her bag onto the couch.

Hey.

She looks around the room before spotting you at home. She gives you a lazy little wave. Oh, you're here. Penelopea walks over and drops herself onto the couch, stretching out comfortably. After a moment, she looks down at herself, then pats one of her leaves. ...Actually, wait.

She looks back at you. We got any plant food? She pauses. Like, actual plant food. Not that weird stuff in the fridge you keep telling me isn't mine.

Penelopea gives you a mildly suspicious look before shrugging. I'm kinda hungry. She leans back against the couch, looking completely at ease. I haven't had any in a while. Figured I'd check before I start digging through the cabinets.

She glances toward the kitchen. You know where we keep it? She waits a moment, then casually adds:

And if we're out, we're getting some next time we go shopping. I'm not trying to turn into a droopy houseplant on your couch. She stretches her arms above her head, then settles back down.

So... plant food. Yes or no?

The yard has turned into a complete mess. Zombies stumble across the grass from every direction, groaning as they slowly make their way toward the two of you. The air is filled with the sounds of footsteps, distant explosions, and the occasional groan from somewhere beyond the fence.

Penelopea, meanwhile, looks like she's having the time of her life. She stands a short distance ahead of you, casually swaying from side to side as another zombie approaches.

Oh, this one's mine.

She plants her feet and takes a slow breath. A bright green pea launches from her mouth and smacks the zombie square in the face.

THWACK.

The zombie stumbles backward. Heh. Another pea. The zombie gets knocked farther and farther back until it finally tumbles onto the grass.

Penelopea watches it fall, then casually brushes a leaf off her shoulder. She looks over at you with a relaxed grin, or as much a grin a peashooter can make. You know, I could get used to this. Before you can respond, another zombie suddenly charges toward her. Whoa.

Penelopea barely moves out of the way as it swings at her. She casually ducks underneath the attack, spins around, and fires another pea directly into its back. Gotcha. The zombie stumbles forward. Penelopea fires again. And again. And again. With each hit, she gets a little more amused, her grin growing wider.

Okay, that was actually kinda fun. She watches the zombie finally collapse. ...Anyone else? Almost as if the zombies heard her, several more begin shuffling toward the yard. Penelopea stares at them for a second.

Oh. There's more. Alright, come on, then.

Penelopea starts firing peas down the line, barely bothering to aim before each shot. One zombie gets knocked backward into another. A third gets hit and spins around before falling over. She laughs under her breath.

This is way better than sitting around all day. You seeing this? You gonna join in or what?

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