All that and a bag of chips

[real_buzzkill]

Wilson sat in the rec room with a tall glass of lemonade, which he'd made after Peter Pan wrongly diagnosed himself with scurvy, and a precious item at his side. When he arrived, Wilson had a bag of Lay's Sour Cream and Onion potato chips with him. He couldn't have said why he hadn't opened it yet, but he hadn't. He knew the snack had enough

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[toshiko_san]

She'd thought Wilson would be in the clinic today, so looked in after lunch that day. "James?" she looked strangely at the bag he held, "Are those potato chips?" Even though she'd just eaten, her stomach rumbled.

[real_buzzkill]

"As a matter of fact, they are," Wilson said brightly. "And there's some nice, cool lemonade in the kitchen if you want. Help yourself to snacks." He gave Tosh a big smile. "You're looking good, not even green around the gills."

[toshiko_san]

"The nausea's gotten mostly better," Tosh admitted pulling up a stool next to Wilson. "Thankfully. Though I still can't drink coffee." That is the one thing so far she's disliked about being pregnant.

[real_buzzkill]

"Yeah. We don't exactly have decaf here, although pregnant women drank coffee before we doctors decided that caffeine and pregnancy don't go well together," he said, sort of around a mouthful. "At least there's no chocolate here so you don't have to agonize over avoiding that." Wilson handed Tosh the bag of chips so he didn't eat too many of them.

[jill_langston]

When Jill entered the rec room, she flashed the man on the couch a quick, bright smile, then headed for the bookshelf, looking right past the bag of chips for the briefest of moments. And then she heard the faint rustle of the bag and Jill turned.

"You have chips?" she asked. Somehow chips were better than her champagne. "Is this some amazing island magic I haven't heard about yet or did you bring those with you?"

[real_buzzkill]

"I was transported here right after a stop at the liquor store," Wilson explained. "I guess it's lucky I thought to buy some snacks." He smiled at the woman, whom he'd never met, but she was cute, and friendly, and she shared his love of snack food. "I'm James," he introduced himself. "Help yourself." He held out the bag in her direction.

[jill_langston]

"Jill," she replied, offering him her hand before she made any move for the chips. It was a very welcome offer, but she still had her manners, even after months on an island.

"And it is definitely what I'd call lucky. For anyone who finds you today, anyway," she added with a soft laugh.

[real_buzzkill]

"When there's bounty, it ought to be shared," Wilson said. "I'm glad to meet you, Kill. Do you work in the lab? I think I might have seen you around. I'm in the clinic most of the time, but my nose is usually buried in charts or a book, so I haven't met the whole lab staff."

He liked seeing somebody else enjoying the chips and made a note to himself to see about getting one of the kitchen knives sharp enough to slice potatoes thin enough to make them. Lard-fried chips were a joy to behold, though they weren't kosher.

[patriotqueen]

The scent easily spread and made the room its own. "That looks disgusting." Guy said, though he was smiling. Oh, he could pretend nothing was going on. He could try very well, at least.

[real_buzzkill]

"Welcome to American junk food," Wilson said, crunching a chip to punctuate his statement. "The smell is all chemicals, but I promise there's real food in there somewere." He shrugged and took another sip of his lemonade. "Real potatoes and real grease. So what's happening in your life lately?"

[patriotqueen]

Without being offered, Guy reached out and took a chip. He wasn't prepared to admit that something called 'junk' would taste good right now, but it actually wasn't bad at all. "Not much." He said. "Another of my friends arrived on the island, did I mention?"

Not much if one does not include doubts and a nasty feeling that wouldn't quite let him go, or the bloody hallucinations that had still not gone away.

[real_buzzkill]

Having somebody mention an arrival rather than a departure was refreshing. "No, you hadn't, but then I hadn't seen you as much, been spending my nights down in the clinic since Simon disappeared, but I'm back in the room now. Chase finally released me."