<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/f10190ed2e62e875a4f008a190b6b500/tumblr_mgbcs36gwK1rhenwho1_500.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Adriaana Vos</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Monica's House, the Kitchen</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Monica</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Being chastised</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Cassandra and Monica</td></tr></tbody></table><br/>The continued soft noises of Monica finishing the dishes and putting everything away seemed to echo in Adriaana's ears.  The girl had almost given up hope that she would be rescued from the painfully depressing corner anytime soon when she was finally addressed.  Unable to believe how excited it made her feel, Adriaana quickly turned around to face Monica to hopefully finally let her punishment be complete only to get little more than a look and Monica turned to leave for her room.<br/><br/>The glass of milk was far less inviting without the rest of her cookie to have with it.  Between that, and it having so long to reach room temperature it took the girl over a minute to force the rest of the drink down.  That done, Adriaana quickly washed, rinsed, and dried the glass before putting it away.  On the way to Monica's room, Adriaana picked her backpack up off of the floor.  She knocked lightly on Monica's door, waited for an invitation and moved inside.  "Yes Miss Monica?"  She asked, feeling rather confident that she wouldn't make the mistake of calling her just Monica again.