"That was the most food I've ever eaten," Bridge said in a lazily enthusiastic kind of way. He stretched his arms up high, rolling his shoulders, then folded his hands behind his head and laid back on the picnic blanket, staring up at the clouds scudding across the sky.
"You didn't have to eat ALL the cheese," Syd said. He felt her hand in his hair. "Lucky you're not lactose intolerant."
"I'm lactose tolerant," he agreed. "I am a friend and champion to lactose everywhere. If there was a Lactose Pride Day, I'd march."
The sun was blocked out briefly. Bridge blinked. Sky was leaning over him, grinning. "Dressed as a giant cheese, I imagine?"
"As a giant wheel of Gouda," Bridge said. He grabbed Sky's shirt and yanked him down for a quick kiss. Sky mmfed against his mouth, then pushed himself up again. Bridge grinned at him. "I'd have to be a giant wheel of Gouda with legs, though. Even though that's not exactly historically accurate."
"They didn't have cheese with legs back then?" Syd asked.
"Not so much."
The hand in his hair went away. He whimpered, but heard a page of her magazine turn over, then she said with amused exasperation, "I'll keep stroking your hair, Bridgey, don't worry."
"Good," he said, relieved.
Sky yawned, and settled himself down next to Bridge, propping himself up on one hand. "Bridge?"
"Yeah?"
"Cheese doesn't have legs NOW."
"Um," Bridge said. "Mostly, no."
"Mostly?"
"Y'know how Boom and I were working on some stuff? Well, one experiment went a little wrong. Don't go back into the lab until the giant shipment of crackers arrives, okay?"
He heard a silence, well, not that you could really HEAR a silence, but he didn't hear speaking from either of them, anyway. He was about to roll over and check that they were both all right when they chorused weakly, "...okay."
"Good," he said, relieved that they'd both be all right. Now he could let himself go to sleep.
"You didn't have to eat ALL the cheese," Syd said. He felt her hand in his hair. "Lucky you're not lactose intolerant."
"I'm lactose tolerant," he agreed. "I am a friend and champion to lactose everywhere. If there was a Lactose Pride Day, I'd march."
The sun was blocked out briefly. Bridge blinked. Sky was leaning over him, grinning. "Dressed as a giant cheese, I imagine?"
"As a giant wheel of Gouda," Bridge said. He grabbed Sky's shirt and yanked him down for a quick kiss. Sky mmfed against his mouth, then pushed himself up again. Bridge grinned at him. "I'd have to be a giant wheel of Gouda with legs, though. Even though that's not exactly historically accurate."
"They didn't have cheese with legs back then?" Syd asked.
"Not so much."
The hand in his hair went away. He whimpered, but heard a page of her magazine turn over, then she said with amused exasperation, "I'll keep stroking your hair, Bridgey, don't worry."
"Good," he said, relieved.
Sky yawned, and settled himself down next to Bridge, propping himself up on one hand. "Bridge?"
"Yeah?"
"Cheese doesn't have legs NOW."
"Um," Bridge said. "Mostly, no."
"Mostly?"
"Y'know how Boom and I were working on some stuff? Well, one experiment went a little wrong. Don't go back into the lab until the giant shipment of crackers arrives, okay?"
He heard a silence, well, not that you could really HEAR a silence, but he didn't hear speaking from either of them, anyway. He was about to roll over and check that they were both all right when they chorused weakly, "...okay."
"Good," he said, relieved that they'd both be all right. Now he could let himself go to sleep.
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