(Yum! Since my mom always made it without beans...)
Ed poked at his bowl, frowning. “Where are the beans?”
“Hmm?”
“Beans. There are no beans in this chili.”
“I make it without beans,” Roy explained.
The look Ed turned on him was somewhere between stunned and genuinely offended. “You can’t make chili without beans. It’s not chili.”
“No one’s making you eat it,” Roy sniffed. “Go fix something else.” He reached for Ed’s bowl, but Ed wrapped an arm around it protectively, reaching for the crackers with his other hand as though he was afraid Roy would try and take those away too.
“It’s fine!” He crammed a large spoonful into his mouth to demonstrate, then said, “You could have seasoned it, y’know.”
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Ed poked at his bowl, frowning. “Where are the beans?”
“Hmm?”
“Beans. There are no beans in this chili.”
“I make it without beans,” Roy explained.
The look Ed turned on him was somewhere between stunned and genuinely offended. “You can’t make chili without beans. It’s not chili.”
“No one’s making you eat it,” Roy sniffed. “Go fix something else.” He reached for Ed’s bowl, but Ed wrapped an arm around it protectively, reaching for the crackers with his other hand as though he was afraid Roy would try and take those away too.
“It’s fine!” He crammed a large spoonful into his mouth to demonstrate, then said, “You could have seasoned it, y’know.”
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