Faris grinned as he placed the dinner tray over my legs. I took in the food options, and holy shit. I felt like I was in the movie Elf. Things that had no business being together were piled up in some kind of sick food orgy. Tortilla chips and peanut butter. Taco shells filled with marshmallows and drizzled with—I took a closer look—mustard? “Viper… I uh, my stomach is a little off right now. Someone mentioned soup earlier? Do you have any of that?” “Ah… no,” he replied, dragging out the end of the word no. “What do you mean no?” Kai jumped up, heading for the kitchen. “We had a whole pot!”
