Thelma
As the twigs cascaded down the stream, a duet of voices, both of which sounded the same, murmured over much of nothing. And then, like a meatball gone rogue, a head of lettuce tumbled out of the brush, half sliced and completely falling apart. After it came chasing Cassie, with a pan protruding out of her mouth. Pollux waved around, frantically chanting into the air.

"Drop it, drop it, drop it, *Scream fuck as loud as you CAN*!" He cheered and begged and cried right as the cabbage kerplooshed into the springs, vaguely swiveling.

Cassie's charge halted immediately after her foot entered the slightly heated water. Fearing for her life, she reared back and accidentally launched her once frying eggs right onto one of Mallow's sticks.

"Hh!" Cassie gawked.

"Say it! Scream it! Frick!" Pollux said.

She was close to Mallow when Pollux 'cursed', separated only by the fact that Cassie was preoccupied.
Sharon
Mallow leaned forward, sniffing the egg. It took her a few seconds before she started eating it- with the appropriate amount of hesitance for a stupid twelve year old. None.

"...You are weird." She was speaking with a full mouth. "And loud." Someone had interrupted her stick pushing activity, but Mallow wasn't going to name names.
Thelma
Caught amidst a storm of grumbles, Cassie's ossicones wiggled when Mallow shlurped down that soggy egg. She dropped the pan into a psychic grip, blops of grease and egg sweat cascading from its lip. She looked at the cat.

And then she squinted. And leaned down.

"Punt her into the water," Pollux suggested.

"Um. No," Cassie shook her head and gestured with her pan. "I'm not weird. I'm just doing weird things. Sorry to disturb you."