Kitchen
You walk into a sunny spacious kitchen decorated in green and white. Ruby is sitting at the island in the center sipping a drink.
Ruby looks up. "Hey. Glad you could join me." She pats the stool nexts to her. "Have a seat." She hold up her cup. "I'm having Sprite, but there's Coke and root beer and Mountain Dew, and just about every drink in existance."
When you're settled, she grins. "So you want to hear me rant and rave about whatever I want? Well, it's your funeral. Don't forget, I warned you!"
Please note that these are my own personal opinions. I write whatever I'm thinking of at the moment.
Ghostwriters, Fanfic writers, Animorphs, EverWorld
Note: This rant has absolutely nothing to do with Animorphs, but I feel strongly about the subject and think that this is important.