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The Deck [Sunday, Late Morning]

Obligatory holiday call to Ellie down, and Chuck had taken his book and a 'breakfast' of a glass of Jelly Beans outside and found the he could add Peeps to the menu (so long as he was quick enough to get hold of them before the three second rule applied). The island didn't want him to be healthy today, so who was he to try and derail that plan? Seemed awesome to him.

He didn't have any grand ideas for ways to spend the day, so he was keeping it simple flopped out on a lounger with a book. It was pretty decent out for now, and he'd decided to relax and enjoy it.

"Eddard, " he mumbled through a mouthful of Peep, "you don't let your kids keep a direwolf, that's a terrible idea..." Even while reading, Chuck was physically unable to keep from talking, even if no one was likely to be listening.

[[Yeah, this would be a combination of Method RP and canon. Open!]]

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While it was true that Alexander was used to a lot of odd things happening to him, this morning, all the candy everywhere was feeling like a bit much, and he definitely needed to get outside and get some fresh air.

...

"Is there something...different out here?" he asked, once he got to the deck and took a look at the odd-looking grass that most certainly did not look right.

"Marshmallows," Chuck answered cheerfully, holding one of his up. Or, they were as close to marshmallows as something with that many preservatives could be. "I'm thinking of maybe collecting them all together and jumping in them..."

"That," Alexander noted, "sounds much better than eating all of this. If I didn't know any better, I'd think the island was trying to get rid of us all now that the semester is over by killing us with an overdose of sugar..."

And the morbid part was that Alexander sounded almost genuinely concerned about that. That's what you get when you spend your whole life knowing that someone will try to kill you once they were finished with you...

"That... would be very creepy of it," Chuck agreed, wrinkling his nose and eying his latest Peep. "If it makes you feel better, I've eaten about twenty and not dropped dead yet?"

A moment more considering it, and that marshmallow too went into his mouth. "Bit of both?" he suggested, as he was finishing it off.

At the mention of eating about twenty of those things, Alexander's stomach clenched in a sort of residual sugar sickness. He grunted a little, hand on his torso. "You are a stronger man than I," he readily admitted. "I doubt I would be able to keep so many down."

"I think my stomach is made of lead at this point," Chuck shared. "I've been training it since I was... well, since I've had teeth."

"I've eaten way weirder things."

"It's not so much the strangeness of them," Alexander said, looking at one of the Peeps he'd caught in his hand, "though they are certainly odd. My concern is more in the fact that they cannot possibly be made of anything other than sugar, sugar, and, well, more sugar."

There was a faint pause as he frowned down at the little bird and decided that he didn't think he could eat it, and his attention shifted toward curiosity.

"How much stranger, if I may ask?"

"Well, it doesn't really take much to stranger than just sugar," Chuck pointed out. "But, my uh, my buddy Morgan, is the sort of friend who will eat pretty much anything, and if he eats it I used to feel like some kind of wuss if I didn't try do the same..."

"I...see," said Alexander, carefully, although his really didn't. Not enough to be confident, anyway. It did leave him wondering if this was one of those things where Rosella would say what they were eating was something much stranger than it actually was... "What was the worst, then? I really can't imagine too much I haven't eaten that I thought was particularly strange until I started coming here..."

"... We blended a Happy Meal once." That had been... an experience.

A really, really disgusting experience.

"I don't recommend that." Just in case Alexander was in any doubt as to if it was an experiment that worked.

"A...Happy Meal?" Alexander asked, since he had the feeling this was something more than just a meal that one might enjoy to great pleasure. Of course, that was a possibility, too, though, clearly, Chuck's experience had lead it to become a Very Unhappy Meal Indeed.

"It's a kid meal you get off-island," Chuck clarified for him. "Like a little cheeseburger, fries and toy."

"... We didn't blend the toy."

"Perhaps," said Alexander, with a faint grin after he put things together a little better now, "that might have actually improved it."

"I don't think it could've hurt?" Chuck said, laughing.

"You never tried anything like that as a kid?"

"No," Alexander's smile weakened a little, though he tried to maintain it. "My childhood was a little...unconventional."

A little cheeseburger and fries? More like a Happy Feast.

"Well, hey, you can try it now, right?" So what if they were supposedly a little past the age of playing with their food.

"They have this Mooby Land in town, does sort of the same deal. Make up for lost time!" And try the wonders of a blendered meal. Ew.

It would be difficult not to marvel at the consistency and the...efficiency of such a thing, really.

Alexander chuckled a little at the suggestion. "Perhaps I might have to," he said. "Happy Meals are pretty common for children of this world, then? I could hardly turn my back on such an experience."

"Very common," Chuck agreed. "My sister was kind of limiting on the number, but as a kid I could have eaten them daily."

"I've heard you can leave them on a counter for months, and they never grow mould." Which probably spoke for the sheer number of preservatives.

"Why would anyone want to just leave food out on a counter for such a time?"

Spoken, of course, like someone who wouldn't let even a crumb in a corner go to waste...

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