The Chocolate Marshmallow Ingestion - The Middleman - PG
The Chocolate Marshmallow Ingestion
PG
The Middleman fluff, figuratively and actually. :)
He doesn't think anything is wrong with her when she gets buzzed eating chocolate marshmallows. He does, however, think they're disgusting.
"Marshmallows, Dubbie...are supposed to be white. It goes against all the laws of nature."
"There's laws of nature concerning marshmallows?" She says around a mouthful, resisting the urge to say 'chubby bunny' with her stuffed cheeks.
"There are laws of nature concerning most of, well, nature. For instance, how would you make s'mores with those things? See? Throws the balance right off." His nose crinkles in disgust.
Her eyes go wide at the mention of s'mores. "Oh my God, that sounds delicious." She groans.
He sighs. "Well, I'm not ever letting you into the trail mix, s'more, and other assorted campfire foods room back at HQ with blasphemy like that."
She manages to swallow and licks her fingers clean. "We have a room like that?"
"Of course we do. Dagnabit, you wouldn't have us completely uncivilized would you?" He glares at her irritatingly while her fingers are in her mouth.
"There are too many rooms in that place. Quantity does not equal quality." She mutters fishing another one of the sticky treats out of the plastic bag in her lap.
"Oh, now you're criticizing my-" He cuts himself off. "Enough, Dubbie." He says with a sharp nod.
She hides a laugh behind her hand.
PG
The Middleman fluff, figuratively and actually. :)
He doesn't think anything is wrong with her when she gets buzzed eating chocolate marshmallows. He does, however, think they're disgusting.
"Marshmallows, Dubbie...are supposed to be white. It goes against all the laws of nature."
"There's laws of nature concerning marshmallows?" She says around a mouthful, resisting the urge to say 'chubby bunny' with her stuffed cheeks.
"There are laws of nature concerning most of, well, nature. For instance, how would you make s'mores with those things? See? Throws the balance right off." His nose crinkles in disgust.
Her eyes go wide at the mention of s'mores. "Oh my God, that sounds delicious." She groans.
He sighs. "Well, I'm not ever letting you into the trail mix, s'more, and other assorted campfire foods room back at HQ with blasphemy like that."
She manages to swallow and licks her fingers clean. "We have a room like that?"
"Of course we do. Dagnabit, you wouldn't have us completely uncivilized would you?" He glares at her irritatingly while her fingers are in her mouth.
"There are too many rooms in that place. Quantity does not equal quality." She mutters fishing another one of the sticky treats out of the plastic bag in her lap.
"Oh, now you're criticizing my-" He cuts himself off. "Enough, Dubbie." He says with a sharp nod.
She hides a laugh behind her hand.