Toby had woken up hungry, which wasn't new. So, naturally, he'd followed the voices (not the out-loud voices, the other kind) that were talking about food to the big room. There were lots of people, but that was okay. He could handle that for a little while, as long as he could get some cereal.
Toby shrugged. "I like it. It's not all watery like that soy stuff," he admitted, glancing around nervously 'cause he wasn't supposed to complain about what he was given.
"You gotta put sugar on grapefruit," Toby said helpfully. "But make sure it's not salt." One of the kids at his last home had tried to pull that trick on him. Toby'd dumped the salt bowl over the other kid's head and had gotten in some serious trouble for that.
"'lo?" he said tentatively.
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As he unscrewed the cap and spilled some all over the floor, he added, "Mom says soy is the best kind. But she also likes grapefruit. Yeeech."
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He held it up as proof.
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Spoiled Topher was spoiled.
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