Trooper Station, Friday

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Their prank war had kinda fallen by the wayside what with the harpies and everything. Ray thought this was just not on. A good prank would keep her on her toes.

But what?

In the end, he wound up buying a bag of chips on the way to work and left it sitting in front of Daisy's monitor, the word chips underlined with a big marker. And a fish doodled on.

Hey, it was simple, but it worked. Somehow.

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[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

Daisy had picked up the bag of crisps (especially since, well, she couldn't see her work unless she did) and was frowning at it, but it had nothing to do with the fish or other marks. In fact, she was looking at the back side of the package, at the nutritional facts, and her frown kept getting deeper.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Something the matter, Day?"

Not really the reaction he'd been going for. What, did it have a sudoku or something?

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"These crisps were made with partially hydrogenated oil," said Daisy, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. So obvious that she felt she needn't say anything more to get the problem across.

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

Yeaaah. Nevermind that Ray didn't even know what partially hydrogenated oil was, he also had absolutely no clue why that would be a problem. His answer was hence kinda simple, really. "...So?"

[justice-beat.livejournal.com]

"So?" Daisy repeated, an eyebrow arching. "So, do you know how awful that stuff is for you?"

[headkickpoet.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I know. Who cares?"

Um, Day probably did, but Ray was going to get the point of this prank even if it killed him.