We had stayed up late studying. Her stomach began to grumble, and we both laughed.
"Guess I'm hungry." She said.
"I could go for a snack."
"We don't even have anything good."
"I'm sure we can make something."
We wandered into her dorm room's kitchen, beginning to raid the cupboards.
"Crackers," I held up the box of soup crackers.
"Oh, those go great with peanut butter. And we have jam. We could make little sandwiches."
"Sure."
I opened up the box of crackers as she pulled out the jam and peanut butter. Together we made a sort of assembly line, where I would put the peanut butter on, and she put on the jam. We laughed all the way through, putting a whole lot of effort into a few tiny cracker sandwiches.
We sat on the counter, eating our snacks.
"We make great chefs, we should do this more often."
"Defiantly. I had tons of fun." I laughed, taking a bite out of our tiny little sandwiches.
