"SHULK?", she yelled, yanking the door open.
"FIORAAAAAAAAA!", he yelled, painful memories triggered.
Before she could react, the loud object of her silent affection stood in her room, poised to exact revenge on the nearest technological object. Plaster's eyes widened in horror as she realised what still held claim to most of the screen.
Shulk, who had not seen a computer before, quickly dismissed it as a novelty lamp with slim chance of having killed his friend.
"Blimey. Blasterpain, was it?"
"Plas-"
"Why're you having cereal for dinner? Yuck, they look like fish fla-"
"Why're you here at midnight."
Shulk blinked. He produced a large head of broccoli from his impractically pocketless pants.
"Ah gotta have my veggies", he mumbled.
Two carrots. Plasterbrain thought she spotted an excited glint in his eye, and fought off thoughts of Shulk's other trouser-more.
He continued. "The gas is out in my room. The doc said I'm not allowed near open flames anymore. Can I use your kitchen?"
(if you don't like or can't have your veggies just put in a different dessert)