video — @nobody

[villr]

[ There's a blur of color and too-bright fluorescent lights before the camera stops abruptly in front of the frozen food aisle of a grocery store. ]

See that? [ She probably means the frankly alarming amount of eggo waffles, zooming in on a few boxes for emphasis. ] They keep getting restocked somehow. [ And she's taken a lot. So she'd actually know.

Switching the camera view, Sylvie's face fills the screen. She looks awfully stern, like she's about to launch into theorizing or even a warning about the validity of the food. But she doesn't. Instead, inexplicably: ]

All of those are mine—even the ones that aren't there yet. [ ... she's serious. ] Fight me if you want, but I call dibs.

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[villr]

You can have all the other food. These are mine. [ Logic? What is that?? ]

[zangetsu]

i don't even like your weird yankee food.

but other people probably do.

and there's a bunch of kids here too.

[villr]

[ There's silence. She's considering.

Then: ]

Fine. I'll share with kids. But everyone else still has to fight me for waffle dominance.

[zangetsu]

（ okay. not all bad, then.

which means instead of just blowing her off and ending the conversation there, he carries on: ）

why does it matter if they're just going to be replaced?

you can get sick of something even if you love it if it's all you ever eat.

[villr]

Exactly. Why does it matter? [ ... Sylvie. ]

[ She pauses, though, at the question. ] Sounds fake. You like it, why would having more make you hate it?

[zangetsu]

are you an alien?

（ or like. did she recently wake up from a thirty year coma? ）