i spread like strawberries.
❝ And that's quick, is it? ❞ Admittedly she didn't know a thing about strawberries & their growth habits; though context might allude that speed was rather rapid and insidious. ❝ Seems rather like a bad thing when you put it like that... oh! ❞ Brows furrow, just for a moment, ever so slightly, and in another instant she's leaning over the front desk, fingers picking nimbly at a small ziplock stashed just behind her pen cup ( a sweet treat for the midday, tucked delicately away so as not to arouse suspicion of passing students ) –– ❝ Brainfood, Doctor? ❞ In the baggie is small assortment of graham crackers. ❝ I'm afraid your analogy's gotten me a bit peckish, but I'm listening. You're spread plague-like across the school in a lick. Is that what you mean? –– I'm afraid I've already asked all the faculty, they look at me like I've lost my mind. ❞