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[lazyinlove]

She doesn't like the protein bars.

[Sigh.]

Probably because they taste like shit. But she keeps spitting 'em back out. Why doesn't the moon have peanut butter?

[5055034455]

Have you even checked out the kitchen? People have been bringing back food left and right. I'm sure there's peanut butter somewhere.

[And because Saul knows for damn sure Stan won't take that as the invitation to investigate that it is, he stands, holds up a hand to indicate that Stan should stay, then disappears to the kitchen.]

[lazyinlove]

[Of course he's checked the kitchens, you jerk. That's where they keep the food.

But arguing...arguing is such an unnecessary drain on precious energy at the moment. He doesn't even quirk an eyebrow, just sits there and waits.

Food should be coming back with Saul. That's good. Who cares how stupid the guy thinks he is, as long as he's bringing food?]

[5055034455]

[A little while later — about ten minutes, give or take — Saul reappears with two plates.

Peanut butter sandwiches, Stan!!!

...low-fat peanut butter, but it's all he could find. It's better than nothing. On the plates are also a few orange slices.

Is this what parents feel like?]

Here.

[lazyinlove]

[Before Stanley can so much as grunt a thanks, Peace scrambles off the floor and climbs him like a tree, accidentally stomping him in the goods on her way up. Yay, lunch!

Stan makes a strangled noise and leans on the table for support, so he doesn't really have the breath to stop her when she immediately opens the bread and drops half of it in his hair. The other half she sucks on and stares at Saul, as if he might try to take it away from her.

Go get your own, old guy.]

[5055034455]

[...this is what parents feel like.

Saul presses his lips together hard to keep from laughing, but there's no hiding the amused twinkle in his eye.]

Stan, uh —

[AW CRAP NO he's laughing.

Ah, well. He tried.]

[lazyinlove]

[Ow. That...ow. And-ugh! He finally gets some peanut butter, and it's in his hair. The look on his face is probably a bit comical in it's sheer misery. That is so unfair.

He doesn't actually trust his voice to come out properly at the moment to tell Saul to fuck off, so he settles for a glare. Peace, meanwhile, pets his head consolingly while she licks at the bread and gets peanut butter all over her face. Awwwyeah.]

[5055034455]

[Okay, okay. The moment's passed and now Saul feels a little bad, so he holds up a finger to indicate: Wait.

Then disappears again.

Returns.

Again.

With a napkin (actually, five) and another sandwich.

To Peace:] This is for Stan, okay? No putting it in anyone's hair.

[lazyinlove]

[Hair? Stanley has hair. Peace grabs a fistful of it and holds it out for Saul, the picture of seriousness. Go ahead, man, there's plenty.

Stan grunts at the tug but doesn't really react beyond that. He's still gathering his inner resources here. That hurt, dude.

Still, something important needs to be addressed here, and since his eyes are still too blurry to tell, he'd better just communicate it.]

No milk, ok? She...no milk.

[5055034455]

Peace...

[Kids.

Why kids?

Why.]

Is she lactose intolerant?

[lazyinlove]

Yeah, it-ah. You know. Bad idea. Cinnamon too. Gives her a rash.

[5055034455]

No cinnamon ice cream, then.

[Tch.]

That's a shame. I love that stuff.

[lazyinlove]

Didn't know it existed.

[5055034455]

I'll have to find some for you sometime. Now, go on — eat up.