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.

Comments

@star.lord

[nostalgiabomb]

i think the preferred phrasing is

l'eggo my eggo

[villr]

[ Someone gets it!! She actually perks up. ]

Alright. You're an expert, so settle a debate: eggos or toaster strudels?

[nostalgiabomb]

eggos, definitely

mostly because sometimes the toaster strudels don't toast all the way so you get a weird, icy center

which is the worst

are you seriously gonna hog all the eggos

[villr]

I always hated the flaky bits. They get all over and only the icing tasted good, really.

[ ... ]

Maybe. You gonna fight me for a box?

[nostalgiabomb]

man i'd really rather not fight anyone over eggos of all things

can't we use our words?