"Start down the dress? May as well. I've got some good cleavage going on, be a shame to waste it," Honeysuckle babbles, having regressed to her northern English accent after a chaotic day. She giggles as the cold custard drips down inside her pretty dress. "Once again, I am surprized by temperature!" She follows this first pour with a warm custard chaser and is highly amused when it dribbles out of the slices in the blue fabric. "I'm having some kind of candy raver disaster right here," she muses, thinking this whole velvety custard ensemble would be a strong look in the clubs this season. She then goes through today's random haul from the canteen... sticky red jam, whipped cream, some strange orange foam stuff that probably isn't food but creates great coverage. She makes a delightful mess of today's colourful outfit. Golden syrup and pastel sprinkles make fun, random additions to her messy chest. "And I wonder why I'm single... I'll just have to tell him I'm washing my hair... Washing it with lovely foam!" Honeysuckle laughs as she rubs the orange mess into her auburn locks. "One custard left... " she muses. And where else to pour it but over her perfectly made-up face, finishing her strong fashion ensemble with a thick, gloopy facial.