You Are My Sunshine.

I Guess We're In The Same Boat, Adrift Upon The Water..

It was currently 5 o' clock in the morning, and Nineteen was confused as to why they all picked the livingroom to settle in for their meeting.

"Couldn't we pick one of our rooms?"

Sixteen yawned, "Twenty might have cameras in them."

Seventeen nodded, "I don't want to risk anything...I..also have something to tell you all. I don't want him to know."

"Anything we know that he doesn't is fine with me." Eighteen winked, "...But we need some coffee or something, I'm tired.."

Nineteen hummed to the sound of that, surely some caffeine would do her good.

(This is being written by an author who has never made, tasted, or even felt coffee before. So please have pity on me, for I do not know what I am doing T-T.)

Sixteen, who still had her eyes closed, sighed, "Cool, put marshmallows in mine."

Seventeen could be heard dropping what sounded like a plastic plate, "What?"

"I want marshmallows."

"I get that part, but in your coffee?"

"Yeah."

"That's disgusting."

"What? I thought it'll taste good."

Eighteen shot up like a firework, as if the mere mention of the two foods had hyped him up, "I want extra marshmallows too!"

"Oh bother..Now there's two of you.." Seventeen whined, disappearing into the kitchen once more, "Anybody got any other requests?"

"What else are you making?" Nineteen called over.

"Cookies. Why?"

"What kind?"

"I dunno, what kind do you want?"

"Put marshmallows in it!" Sixteen yelled.

Eighteen tried to shush her, but was laughing a bit too loudly himself, "Yeah! Put marshmallows in it!"

Seventeen ignored them both, "You guys already picked, it's Nineteen's turn."

Nineteen fell deep into thought, wondering what kind she actually wanted.

She's never had a cookie before.

The girl shrugged, "Marshmallows."

"Youuuuu did that on purpose, didn't you?" Seventeen groaned, "I'm making hot chocolate instead, you guys don't need any caffeine right now."

"Whaaat? Why not?"

"Unless you want decaf I'm not making you any coffee."

Eighteen sighed, "Just make sure you put marshmallows in it."

"Oh for Pete's sake.." Seventeen whispered under his breath, rolling dough in between his palms, "Wanna help Nineteen?"

She looked at the two clowns horsing around with the pillows, clearly delirious from the outrageous hour they were up at, "Yeah, I'm coming."

The girl poked her head in as soon as Seventeen was setting up the tray to place the balled up, and graciously marshmallow-stuffed, dough onto the metal platter, "I've honestly never tasted cookies before.."

Seventeen perked up, "No joke?"

"Uh, is that a bad thing?"

The inventor grabbed her shoulders and shook her lightly, looking close to losing his wits, "Yes that's a bad thing! That's almost a crime!"