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It was quite the lazy afternoon and Priscilla Stratford intended on keeping the rest of the day in the same fashion. Pepto pink flats gently tapped against the wrought iron arm of the park bench as her fingers nimbly continued to peel away the foil around the chocolate Hershey Kiss. Casting aside the fragments of silver and the sliver of paper, she popped the chocolate piece into her mouth and hummed softly to herself, savoring the flavor.

A scream let out several yards away, followed by peals of laughter. Children had gathered and begun monkeying about on the park's large playground, their mothers busy talking among themselves on a nearby bench. No one seemed to notice or care about the pinkette lounging there, which was fine with her. She idly wondered how long it would take one of the gossiping mothers to notice if a child went missing, with how distracted the women appeared to be with their scandalous talking.

Ah, well. Prissy preferred keeping a bench to herself, so she sat across it, legs on one end while her back rested on the other. She was on her fifth Kiss so far, eyes wandering from the playground to the nearby pretzel cart vendor. The smell of salty dough wasn't unappealing... now had it been a hot dog cart, that might have been another situation entirely.

Her head jerked at the inquiry (or statement? rambling?), Priscilla nearly toppling off the bench out of sheer surprise by the sudden voice appearing over her shoulder. The chocolate Kiss that had been savored was nearly choked on, the sweetness dissolving into spit as she did her best to swallow.

"Excuse you?"

It took her a moment to process the other girl's words, pink eyes searching around to see if this thing belonged to any other group loitering the park. Her attire was about as bizarre as her approach, but the magenta haired girl didn't seem to mind that she was both bothering and alarming to be around.

"Chocolate? You want my chocolate?"

The bag of Kisses in her lap was remembered, the pinkette giving the package a gentle shake. Who was this chick?

Slackjawed, it wasn't until the girl adjusted to her newly commandeered seat, that it finally dawned on Prissy that her legs were currently being used as a cushion. Jerking both feet out from beneath the stranger, all she could do was stare curiously at the girl as the teenager moved to pluck the chocolate from Prissy's lap.

"Monsters? Children.... what?"

Her head turned, glancing towards the screaming kids that was presumably the target of the conversation. They still danced and flailed about on the park's playground while their mothers chattered nearby. Who was this chick and what was she raving about?

It was too late when the pinkette finally realized that the girl had gotten hold of some of her Kisses, but even with her chocolate being stolen, Prissy was still far too weirded out to snap at the girl.

"I don't think you have very far to look if you're trying to find something strange, sweetie," she scoffed softly.

"Wait...I didn't mean...wha..."

Her words trailed off in her throat as her legs swung over the edge of the bench. There didn't seem to be a point in arguing with this demented little magenta-head, even though she seemed somewhat sated with the stolen bits of chocolate. To the point where she appeared to be demanding that Prissy bring her more at a later date? Excuse her?

It finally dawned on her, the stranger's request for weekly meetings.

"I don't even know your name and you want to meet up with me once a week? What are you, the missing part of the Scooby Doo Gang or something?"

"Chocolate Giver."

The expression she gave the nameless stranger (or rather, Chocolate Lover) was deadpanned at best. She watched with mild disgust as the girl chewed the chocolates carelessly, showing off every one of the four in a mushed, brown, chocolate mess against her otherwise white teeth. Combined with her overly large glasses, she looked downright terrifying, as if she were a humanoid youma brought forth from the Rift itself.

"Do you just...go around taking candy from strangers? How do you know someone won't just shove you into their van?"

If it weren't for the utter boredom she'd been experiencing throughout the morning, she might have shot up from the bench and stalked off in a huff, but morbid curiosity kept her in her seat, dragging out details from the deranged young woman.

Her brain was still doing its best to digest what Chocolate Lover was saying and compute an appropriately sassy response in return when all of a sudden, she was gone. She'd made comments about creating a gang of weirdos, dropped a card off and worst of all, stolen her chocolate.

It was like being in a hit and run, only she wasn't sure what on Earth she'd been hit by.

Glancing in the direction where the stranger had exited, she watched in helpless confusion as the girl continued her awkward shuffle off into the distance, the bag of chocolate Kisses still clutched in hand.