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It was after midnight, and Nile wanted to make her usual midnight snack: a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Two minutes later, Nicky walked into the kitchen, where he found Nile with her head under the faucet.
Nicky: "What's with you?"
Nile: "I don't know, but my mouth is on fire. Could you check the jar for me?"
Nicky took the jar on the kitchen counter before he stuck his finger in it to taste it.
Nicky: "Harissa paste."
Nile: "Who on Earth put harissa paste in a jam jar?"
Nicky: "Joe! He and Booker have had this stupid ongoing jam war for centuries. It has claimed victims along the way, including you."
Nile: "What war?"
Nicky: "Joe got tired of that Booker constantly sticking his fingers into the jam jars, so Joe started to put harissa paste in an empty jam jar and mixed it amongst the other jars in the fridge to see if it would teach Booker a lesson, but it often results in that when Booker finds the harissa paste, he throws the jar after Joe."
Nicky pointed to the wall behind him, where there was a big stain on it.
Nile: "They're acting like children."
Nicky: "Well, a jam war is better than when they're shooting at each other or pranking each other."
Nicky pointed at the wall behind Nile, where there was also a big bullet hole in it.
Nile: "What happened?"
Nicky: "France lost to Italy in football, and Joe couldn't stop gloating about that this was yet another proof that all good things come from Italy. At some point, Booker got tired of all the gloating, so he shot after Joe, but he threw himself down on the floor, and Book hit the wall instead. It was there that Andy and I made the rule that if Joe and Book absolutely felt there was a need to shoot each other inside, they should use a paintball gun."
Nile looked at the wall.
Nile: "Walls do really talk!"
Nicky: "If you only knew half of it."
Nile: "Please tell me more."
Nicky: "Why not, but it requires a lot of ice cream."
They sat down at the table with the ice cream, while Nicky told more stories about the other walls in the safe house.