#3!
A tried to ignore it, but eventually he looked up. “B, that, it’s revolting.”
B’s wide eyes mimicked innocence. “Don’t you want some?” He held out two fingers dripping with jam and A flinched.
“Revolting.”
“L eats sweets all the time. He says they improve brain function. Maybe if you ate more you wouldn’t be slipping. We’re even, now. At this rate C will pass you soon.”
That was cruel. C was the Control, and his upbringing was normal by comparison. His test scores were only reference. “Wipe your face.”
B only smiled, his face red from nose to chin.