Third Floor Common Room; Friday Afternoon [11/29].

[hashtag_chocobro]

You know, Prompto might not really celebrate Thanksgiving (with the exception of massive handwaved parties with adorable animals with a giant fish prince), nor did he really understand it, but he couldn't help being completely down with a holiday that resulted in the fridges in the common room being absolutely stuffed with leftovers.

He might feel a little bit differently next week, when those leftovers were still definitely there, but it was Friday, he had no classes, he'd gotten in his newly established Friday-morning-after-radio workouts, and so he was ready to throw together a small microwave-friendly feast, plop down on the couch, and have a look-see at the television to see if anything good was on.

There usually wasn't, but he was just here to veg out, anyway.

[[ I am too tired for work to be this god-awfully slow. save me. open common room is totally open, please feel free to mod the television! ]]

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[bookbeltof_love]

"I'm sensing some sarcasm there," Nina noted, grinning at him. "Come on, Prompto, they won't hurt you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Foomy was pretty darn harmless, really.

"I wonder if we could even have, like, one filled with sand..................."

[hashtag_chocobro]

"I know Foomy wouldn't hurt a fly," Prompto informed herm "It's just his half a million relatives I'm not entirely sure about!

"Sand could be good, too," he then allowed. "Maybe a couple other pools of stuff, too. Water. Sand. Maybe pillows and blankets. Peanut butter..."

He couldn't help himself, sneaking in that one.

[bookbeltof_love]

"No peanut butter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she insisted, going to elbow him in the side because, really, he knew better. "Yes, I know he loves it!!!!!!!!!!! But it's the only food he has that reaction to and, like, that's an allergic reaction that I don't know if it's hurting him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Which was actually not a super stupid reason to not feed her pet that. A lot, a lot, less stupid than 'because she thought he was cuter pink'.

Which he was. But that was just a bonus of not inducing allergies here.

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto hadn't even been remotely serious about peanut butter; could you imagine cleaning up after that?? But now he really did need to ask.

"Why would he keep eating it if it was hurting him?" he asked, like someone who definitely knew nothing about anything like that, honest! Well, he didn't! Because repression! "Also, you can know he wants all this fancy-ass stuff for his party, but not know whether he's allergic to peanut butter or not?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Uuuuuuuuuuuugh."

That was less at him and more at the whole situation.

"Foomy eats it because it tastes good to him," she explained. "Like how if I'm in a mad mood I'll eat a whole pint of ice cream or a whole box of cookies??????????????"

And then live with regret afterwards. Still, she was tactful enough to not bring up Prompto's food issues here since, like, she didn't want to hurt her brother.

"I'll feel sick after, right???????????? And, sure, that's not the same thing as an allergy, but it still hurts me and I probably shouldn't do it?????????????" Unless she wanted to live with a stomach ache and worse. "So, like, I get why he wants to keep eating it??????????? But it's literally the whole food he's tried that impacts him physically in anyway and he doesn't know and I don't know the whys or what the potential consequences of that impact could be???????????????? So I asked him if he'd be okay not exposing the rest of his family to it until we figured out more of why peanut butter does what it does to him????????????????"

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Right," said Prompto, "and that's fine, because, believe me, I am the last person that wants to expose a bunch of unknown daemons to a substance that we don't know how they'll react to, but my point is that I don't see what's wrong with giving Foomy a little peanut butter now and then if it's clearly not hurting him to have little. You don't get sick from eating a little ice cream, right? Why would it be bad if he were to have a little now and again, too? Everything in moderation."

So, yeah, try bringing up his own issues with food now! He clearly knew what he was talking about with that, right? And he honestly hadn't intended to come around to the point like that, but was weirdly impressed with himself that it just kind of...did.

[bookbeltof_love]

"It's inducing a physical change when no other food does," Nina retorted. "That might not be hurting him, as in 'causing pain', but we don't know what it is doing to him!!!!!!!!!! That would be like continuing to drink milk if you got a rash every time you did!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[hashtag_chocobro]

As a wise plaid-clad hick once said, you could just power through that, if you really wanted to.

But, alas, Prompto did not know that, but it was still too good a reference to just completely ignore.

"If it was that bad," Prompto said, but his sigh was one of resignation, "I don't think he'd keep wanting to eat it. You said he's smart, right? So why would he be dumb about something like that? I mean, have you even asked him?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Yes????????????" she said, frowning. "Like, we came to an agreement about it for the party???????????? Of course we talked about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[hashtag_chocobro]

"But I'm not talking about the party, I'm just..." Another sigh slipped out of Prompto as he realized this was just turning into an argument he hadn't really intended to get into. "Never mind, forget I mentioned it."

He still didn't think he'd ever be convinced she wasn't just blowing the peanut butter thing just way out of proportion, though.

But, at the same, would she really be Nina if the didn't?