Skit 03: Peanut Butter

"Pass the peanut butter."

"Here you go, Matsuda-sempai!" Chiaki took the jar of peanut butter from her subordinate.

It was a new jar, meaning the smooth top of the myriad of peanut butter layers was still there, beckoning her. The lid was tightened, a clue toward Midori's lifestyle and eating habits. Unscrewing the lid, putting the lid down and grabbing a knife, Murderface found an unpleasant surprise: Midori took the virgin layer. Just enough to take only that layer, and not the next layer.
Chiaki enjoyed the top most layer, it was considered one of life's small pleasures. It wasn't a big deal, she could be mature about it, but still only the virgin layer. She stared at Midori. The insidiousness boggled the mind.

"What is it, Sempai?" Midori's jaws moved up and down, processing the virgin layer bit by bit. Saliva would already be coating it, ruining it. Smeared all over her teeth and mouth walls, Chiaki nearly cried. She opened her mouth, closed it, frowned, and shook her head. Be mature. Professional, Murderface. It's just one layer.

"No really, what is it, Sempai? I wanna know." Midori pressed, well on her second bite.

"You took the virgin layer." Chiaki murmured.

"What...? Did you say 'you want to take my virgin layer'?" Midori asked, getting a little flustered.

"No. I said you took the virgin layer." Chiaki thrust the jar towards her subordinate, pointing at the damage. "You only scooped that layer up, not the next one down. Why?" Midori scrunched her eyebrows, internally stumbling over her words.

"Because that's all I needed." the two stared. Midori confused and Chiaki thinking furiously over her reason. That was all she needed? The entire top layer? Obviously she knew her crime, having eaten alone for so long she, without guilt or moral character, took it all for herself.

Kharn appeared across the table.
"Does the teacher have to punish the student?" Chiaki and Midori turned their heads to Kharn, the former glaring, the latter blushing with wide eyes.
"Ah! I see. I interrupted the planning of a, how should I say it, rendezvous-"
"Grow up!" Chiaki snapped. Midori was hyperventilating, hot under the collar. Kharn's laugh was sweet. Her lunch consisted entirely of vodka. The sharpest, most durable metal known to man held that bottle as if it were a baby.

"What's the matter, Murderface? Your jimmies look rustled."
"It's," Be mature. "nothing. Absolutely nothing."
"Uh... I... Uh... ahhhhh.... Sem-Sempai said I took the virgin layer and pointed at this jar." Midori had found her voice, holding the peanut butter jar up. Kharn swallowed the vodka in time to laugh.
"You have superior taste, I think!" Chiaki glared at her. Coworkers. Kharn stared back. Then she smiled, eyes twinkling.
"You're cute." Kharn wasn't scared of Murderface.