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[spaghettiole]

['Sup Asgard. Here we have Xavier Martez, your resident some douchey teenager you may have spoken to once or twice, and judging by the look on his face, he's got something to say, and it is pretty goddamn important.]

Okay, so. Something's occurred to me just now.

[He pauses, staring up at the ceiling for a moment and lifting his hands, palms up, as if to say, 'Oh my god, I am such an idiot, how did I not think of this before?' in one totally heterosexual and not-feminine-in-any-way sort of gesture.]

So, some of you out there are like...weirdass alien troll fairy thingies, right?

[Another pause.]

How many of you have never had Spaghetti-O's before?

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[spaghettiole]

Uhh, yea. What kind of question even is that?

[minifridge]

Uh, one from somebody whose mom made them real food? [But she's laughing good-naturedly.] Have you found any in the city?

[spaghettiole]

Oh trust me, my mom mades me real food all the time.

[He just didn't eat it. Like ever...]

All the time...

[Sort of getting lost in thought here for a second...]

Anyway, yes. The cabinets downstairs are like...filled with them. It's awesome.

[Honestly, even with Spaghetti-O's, he's really been doing more...staring at than eating...maybe occasionally dipping a finger in the sauce or eating half a can or something...Not gonna talk about that, though.]

[minifridge]

I've been sticking to the mac and cheese.

[She gets that same distant, slightly strained look in her eyes. Finding the Kraft dinner just made her think of her mom cooking her that crap when she was little, and she wound up eating alone in her room and crying. So... not talking about that. Nope.]

[spaghettiole]

Well, I think you should probably be re-evaluating your life a little bit then, because Spaghetti-O's are way better in basically every way.

[He recognizes that look alright, it makes his stomach churn a little more than it already is...Even with his mom's constant nagging for him to eat something...ehh. It was hard being away from her. It was hard being away from home...even if it was mostly miserable there too.]

I mean, hey. If you can't figure it out yourself, come over to Freyr, I'll whip you some right up.

[Eh? Ehhh? :D]

[minifridge]

I can figure it out just fine. And for your information, Mister, chicken fingers are better than Spaghetti-Os could ever be.

[The most important argument ever. Clearly.]

If you can make me those~

[spaghettiole]

[The most offended, most appalled gasp--]

Blasphemy.

[minifridge]

Is that a no?

[spaghettiole]

That is absolutely a no.

Chicken fingers may as well be cow shit compared to Spaghetti-O's, okay. And just because they're called pies, doesn't mean they taste good.

[A pause.]

I can totally make them though, yea.

[minifridge]

Wow, how do you really feel?

[spaghettiole]

Ehh...

[Shrug.]

As long as you're eating, I guess.

[Because he is so one to talk. Take note of the sunken eyes and pointy cheek bones.]

Spaghetti-O's are still better, though.