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Mar 31, 2014 09:24AM
"Oh, good. So, what's your favorite candy?" She yawned slightly, still eyeing the bowl for any leftover cashews.
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"I don't eat sweets," he replied, shrugging. He liked spicy things.
"What do you eat?" she asked, jaw dropping. Who didn't eat sweets? "Don't you like birthday cake and ice cream?"
"It's fine, but I'd rather birthday chili and pepper sauce," he said, laughing softly.
She wrinkled her nose. "I think chili is good, with chips. But pepper is only good to an extent. I was really bad at seasoning soup when I was little." Oh, and she remembered THAT fact, out of everything.
"I meant pepper as in jalapeno," he said, shrugging. "And the chili should be homemade, and extra spicy."
"Spicy hurts my-" she grabbed her tongue, "-Thongue."
"Does it hurt your tongue?" she asked, seemingly confused.
"Not really, no," he replied, shaking his head.
"It's like eating fire," she said, sniffing slightly, "Not very good at all, you always end up spitting it back out."
"To eat?" she marveled. She'd tried eating her own fire yet and felt like barfing ashes for days.
"Sure. Only someone else's, though," he replied.
"Why only someone else's?" she asked, wondering if she had done something wrong, and actually holding a coherent conversation.
"Well, if you eat your own fire, it tastes bad," he said, shrugging.
"Oh." She considered that, then sighed. "I guess I've only had selective experience, then. Do you like cashews?" Those weren't spicy at all.
"Yes. Why?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"But those aren't spicy," she pointed out, "Do you like dipping them in hot sauce or something?"
"Not everything has to be spicy, I just like most things that are," he said, shrugging.
"Oh." She chewed her lip slightly, playing with the sleeve of her fuzzy pajamas. "So, are there any really hot foods that you don't like?"
"Not really, but I can't say I've eaten everything," he replied.
"So, you could eat pepper and cinnamon straight from the containers?" She stuck out her tongue, like it was something she might have tried once, accidentally.
"That sounds like a silly thing to do, but possibly," he replied, laughing.
"You must have a throat of steel," Khia marveled, stroking a strand of hair that looked very much like a feather, like it couldn't decide if it wanted to be hair or fluff.
"I'm sure you're exaggerating," he said.
"Have you ever tried to eat cinnamon plain? People have died from the one tablespoon challenge thing," she said, shuddering.
"That's because it causes a reaction in your throat that's dangerous. It's silly," he answered.
"Oh." she looked down. "Do you like cashews?"
"NO- I- I already said that. Sorry. Do you like go fish?" She reached into her pocket, like she was very painstakingly trying to remember something, and pulled out a deck of cards.
"Um... sure," Crimson said, shrugging. He didn't really care either way.
"Do you want to play?" she asked. The deck looked like it hadn't been touched in years.
"Why not?" he asked with a smile. The girl seemed too oblivious to persecute anything.
((*snickers* https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/...))She delt out cards, but didn't stop at 5, 7, or 9. She went to almost fifteen before remembering she was supposed to, then blushed furiously and re-dealt properly.
((You slippery vixen, you.))"Are you alright?" Crimson asked, wondering if this was a new level of scatterbrained.
((Do I sense shipping?))
((Pulled that prank two years ago on a different site when everyone got whiny. :D))"Uh huh," she said, picking up her cards.
((I doubt it, since she'd probably forget she's in a relationship.))
"Okay then," he said, picking up his own cards.((True.))
((But it would still be cute.))"Do you have a queen?" she asked.
((Got to go.))She took a card. Next turn around, she asked the same question.
"No," he replied, pointing at the deck.
She sighed and drew another card. She seemed to get slightly better as the game progressed, but she would occasionally ask twice, which of course messed up her chances of winning majorly.
He asked twice when she did, not taking advantage of her quirk, since he was trying to be nice.
She bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to remember. Then she'd change the card she asked for, which was probably one she'd already asked recently, but it was a good way to challenge her memory.
"Yes. I do have a three," he said, when she finally asked a new one.
She grinned happily, reaching over and taking his three, slapping her own down over it. She still had about ten cards more than he did, but she didn't seem to care. Khia had the memory of a goldfish, maybe only slightly better.
Cimson laughed at her enthusiasm, glad that she was having some fun, at least.
"Do you know any games?" she asked, successfully having lowered her cards to an amount she could hold.
"We could play war, I suppose," he suggested.
