~*articulate what forever smoulders*~

Just like your sister. You're beginning to think all the jokes you made when you were kids about her having a brain full of mice - attracted to the cheese and holes - is actually true. She's known you for YEARS, and you've stolen countless amounts of stuff from her, and she still thinks a little note will deter you. You almost have to eat it now.

It's sausage, too. Who doesn't like sausage?

As you scoop it up, though, you notice that it has a strange smell - almost alcoholic. Still, it's faint, and could just as easily be coming from the liquor hutch your mother leaves half-open every night.