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xp_logsLate evening hunger pains introduce two food lovers.
Ty actually used a plate this time, stacking food up as he perused the
fridge. He wasn't sure he'd ever get used to all the freely available
food. His stomach certainly wasn't. No matter how much he ate, he was
still hungry. He hummed a pleased nonsense tune as the plate got
heavier.
Molly was reading a book. Okay, it was a comic book. But it was still
a book because it was made of paper and opened and closed and had
words too. It was just funner than regular books and that was why
people said it wasn't a real book. They were just jealous. Anyway, she
had her book, and she was reading it while she was walking so she only
noticed the pile of food first peeking out over her book like a
mountain.
She peered up, poking her head out from the comic book (it was Teen Titans!).
"Whoa."
Mainly she was surprised the plate could hold that much food. It was
like jenga...but with mashed potatoes and sandwiches.
He jerked in surprise, but the plate didn't even wobble. He closed the
fridge slowly and gave the girl a tentative half-smile. She was
reading a comic book, she couldn't be that bad.
It took Molly a moment to realize she didn't recognize the guy with
the food so she put her bookmark, an old ticket stub from a concert,
in her book.
"Oh! Sorry that was rude! Are you new? Or visiting? Or new and
visiting? Or..." She squinted. "Sorry, that didn't make sense. I'm
Molly! Molly Grace Hayes!" she said, extending her hand, then added
quickly and completely non-judgmentally.
"We can totally air handshake so you don't have to put down the food."
Cause she ate a lot too. Lifting things made her hungry. And still
sleepy. She mostly ate sweet things, though. Especially pancakes and
cereal...sometimes together. She eyed the cereal cabinet, suddenly
hungry.
He shifted his gaze back and forth between the energetic girl and his
food. "I'm Ty," he said as carefully as possible. "Share?" he asked,
tilting the plate her way.
Molly shook her head. "That's okay! I was gonna get some Lucky Charms
and Fruity Pebbles. If you mix em together they're pretty good."
Standing on her tip toes, she opened the cabinet and reached for the
cereal.
"So what do you do?"
Ty paused half-way to the kitchen table. "Do?" he asked, completely
confused. "I'm a s-student?"
Grabbing a bowl, Molly poured the two cereals into it, then headed to
get some milk out of the fridge.
"Oh um...sorry. I meant like....powers? Like...Mr. Kyle can heal and
has fox powers and um....Mr. Kurt is blue and is a pirate....And Tandy
makes glow knives."
"Powers?" The sparse shadows in the room pulsed a little at his words.
"I-I d-d-don't have p-powers," he said urgently, completely losing
control of his tongue.
Molly blinked, eyes flickering around the room, then back to Ty. "Oh,"
she said quietly, then nodded. "Uh, okay." He seemed scared and she
didn't want to make him scared anymore. So she poured her milk on the
cereal instead and focused on doing that.
"Sorry. Um...." She didn't know what to say now.
Ty ate his food guiltily. He didn't mean to make her feel bad. "You
know T-Tandy?" he asked, attempting to revive her bubbliness.
His question had come just when she shoved a big spoonful of cereal in
her mouth. She bit down. "Yef!" she mumbled, then chewed her food a
few time since that was rude to chew and talk.
"Yep! We fought some--um....bad guys together." Probably telling him
about demons and stuff would probably make him want to run away. He
already looked like he wanted to run away. He seemed shy.
"You know her too?"
Ty nodded, digging in to his own plate. He thought about how to phrase
it as he chewed. 'She saved me,' might come off as creepy. "Met at
church," he said instead.
It took him awhile to reply, Molly noticed, but she let it slide and
nodded, carrying her bowl over and sitting down at the table. "Ohhh. I
didn't know she went." She took another bite of cereal, enjoying the
awesome part where the milk made the cereal a little soft but not too
soft and not as crunchy.
"You want some?" she said after she finished swallowing. "I can make
you some! ...If you want." She figured if he was hungry then why not?
He stared at his own plate, still stacked high, then at the way she
demolished her own bowl. "Maybe," he said. "Might be full after this."
Molly nodded quickly. "Totally," she said, promptly shoving another
spoonful of cereal in her mouth and managed to beam a little even with
a full mouth. She was still pretty happy with herself at the taste of
the cereal.
"So what's your favorite food?"
He resisted saying "everything." That seemed a little overboard, even
for him. "Soup," he said after a moment of thought. "Clam chowder."
"Oooh," Molly said, perking up. "Yeah, that is good! We used to eat
that a lot at home. My dad likes it."
They usually ordered out from a restaurant though because they were
too busy to cook a lot.
"The b-best is from B-Boston," he said proudly. There was a
sliver of hometown pride left after all.
"Never been there," Molly said, then tilted her head thoughtfully. "I
think." She was pretty sure she hadn't.
"Oooh...do you know how to cook? It sounds pretty good! Better than LA
stuff...they had sprouts and lime and stuff," she added, curling her
nose.
Ty couldn't help the grin that split his face. This kid was something
else. "Only if the m-microwave counts," he said. "Hungry Man D-dinners
was my dad's f-favorite."
"The microwave totally counts," Molly said with a nod. "They have like
stuff online that show you how to make stuff in the microwave
like...eggs...and cake and cookies. I can make cereal. And pancakes.
Hmm...Cereal IN the pancakes... that'd be good." She squinted
thoughtfully.
"Maybe we could make clam chowder in the microwave? I bet Lorna could
show us. She probably knows how to make everything."
"H-haven't had much chance to get on the internet," he said. "C-could
y-you show me?"
Molly nodded, looking a little like a bobblehead doll. "Sure!" Her
eyes suddenly lit up.
"Oooh. We could print off the recipes and make a recipe book for when
the food making people aren't here and we wanna make stuff!"
She took another bite of her cereal. "Lemma fish--" she chewed
quickly, then swallowed.
"Maybe when we get done we could do that? I have markers and scissors
and glue and cardboard. And glitter, of course!" Of course.
Ty's mind flashed back to primary school. Molly looked his age,
but he wasn't sure about anybody in this place, so he just
rolled with it. "Th-that sounds like fun," he said. "As l-long as we
don't get glitter in the food. That could get m-messy."
Molly nodded. "We'd make the recipe book after we make the food. Or
before. Probably after. Since....hungry and all."
He nodded emphatically. "I feel ya."
Nodding back, Molly grinned. "Neat! Okay, so we can go to the art room whenever we're done! So we should eat fast."
This was gonna be awesome. They could totally sell the recipe book on like Etsy and stuff. She totally knew.
Ty actually used a plate this time, stacking food up as he perused the
fridge. He wasn't sure he'd ever get used to all the freely available
food. His stomach certainly wasn't. No matter how much he ate, he was
still hungry. He hummed a pleased nonsense tune as the plate got
heavier.
Molly was reading a book. Okay, it was a comic book. But it was still
a book because it was made of paper and opened and closed and had
words too. It was just funner than regular books and that was why
people said it wasn't a real book. They were just jealous. Anyway, she
had her book, and she was reading it while she was walking so she only
noticed the pile of food first peeking out over her book like a
mountain.
She peered up, poking her head out from the comic book (it was Teen Titans!).
"Whoa."
Mainly she was surprised the plate could hold that much food. It was
like jenga...but with mashed potatoes and sandwiches.
He jerked in surprise, but the plate didn't even wobble. He closed the
fridge slowly and gave the girl a tentative half-smile. She was
reading a comic book, she couldn't be that bad.
It took Molly a moment to realize she didn't recognize the guy with
the food so she put her bookmark, an old ticket stub from a concert,
in her book.
"Oh! Sorry that was rude! Are you new? Or visiting? Or new and
visiting? Or..." She squinted. "Sorry, that didn't make sense. I'm
Molly! Molly Grace Hayes!" she said, extending her hand, then added
quickly and completely non-judgmentally.
"We can totally air handshake so you don't have to put down the food."
Cause she ate a lot too. Lifting things made her hungry. And still
sleepy. She mostly ate sweet things, though. Especially pancakes and
cereal...sometimes together. She eyed the cereal cabinet, suddenly
hungry.
He shifted his gaze back and forth between the energetic girl and his
food. "I'm Ty," he said as carefully as possible. "Share?" he asked,
tilting the plate her way.
Molly shook her head. "That's okay! I was gonna get some Lucky Charms
and Fruity Pebbles. If you mix em together they're pretty good."
Standing on her tip toes, she opened the cabinet and reached for the
cereal.
"So what do you do?"
Ty paused half-way to the kitchen table. "Do?" he asked, completely
confused. "I'm a s-student?"
Grabbing a bowl, Molly poured the two cereals into it, then headed to
get some milk out of the fridge.
"Oh um...sorry. I meant like....powers? Like...Mr. Kyle can heal and
has fox powers and um....Mr. Kurt is blue and is a pirate....And Tandy
makes glow knives."
"Powers?" The sparse shadows in the room pulsed a little at his words.
"I-I d-d-don't have p-powers," he said urgently, completely losing
control of his tongue.
Molly blinked, eyes flickering around the room, then back to Ty. "Oh,"
she said quietly, then nodded. "Uh, okay." He seemed scared and she
didn't want to make him scared anymore. So she poured her milk on the
cereal instead and focused on doing that.
"Sorry. Um...." She didn't know what to say now.
Ty ate his food guiltily. He didn't mean to make her feel bad. "You
know T-Tandy?" he asked, attempting to revive her bubbliness.
His question had come just when she shoved a big spoonful of cereal in
her mouth. She bit down. "Yef!" she mumbled, then chewed her food a
few time since that was rude to chew and talk.
"Yep! We fought some--um....bad guys together." Probably telling him
about demons and stuff would probably make him want to run away. He
already looked like he wanted to run away. He seemed shy.
"You know her too?"
Ty nodded, digging in to his own plate. He thought about how to phrase
it as he chewed. 'She saved me,' might come off as creepy. "Met at
church," he said instead.
It took him awhile to reply, Molly noticed, but she let it slide and
nodded, carrying her bowl over and sitting down at the table. "Ohhh. I
didn't know she went." She took another bite of cereal, enjoying the
awesome part where the milk made the cereal a little soft but not too
soft and not as crunchy.
"You want some?" she said after she finished swallowing. "I can make
you some! ...If you want." She figured if he was hungry then why not?
He stared at his own plate, still stacked high, then at the way she
demolished her own bowl. "Maybe," he said. "Might be full after this."
Molly nodded quickly. "Totally," she said, promptly shoving another
spoonful of cereal in her mouth and managed to beam a little even with
a full mouth. She was still pretty happy with herself at the taste of
the cereal.
"So what's your favorite food?"
He resisted saying "everything." That seemed a little overboard, even
for him. "Soup," he said after a moment of thought. "Clam chowder."
"Oooh," Molly said, perking up. "Yeah, that is good! We used to eat
that a lot at home. My dad likes it."
They usually ordered out from a restaurant though because they were
too busy to cook a lot.
"The b-best is from B-Boston," he said proudly. There was a
sliver of hometown pride left after all.
"Never been there," Molly said, then tilted her head thoughtfully. "I
think." She was pretty sure she hadn't.
"Oooh...do you know how to cook? It sounds pretty good! Better than LA
stuff...they had sprouts and lime and stuff," she added, curling her
nose.
Ty couldn't help the grin that split his face. This kid was something
else. "Only if the m-microwave counts," he said. "Hungry Man D-dinners
was my dad's f-favorite."
"The microwave totally counts," Molly said with a nod. "They have like
stuff online that show you how to make stuff in the microwave
like...eggs...and cake and cookies. I can make cereal. And pancakes.
Hmm...Cereal IN the pancakes... that'd be good." She squinted
thoughtfully.
"Maybe we could make clam chowder in the microwave? I bet Lorna could
show us. She probably knows how to make everything."
"H-haven't had much chance to get on the internet," he said. "C-could
y-you show me?"
Molly nodded, looking a little like a bobblehead doll. "Sure!" Her
eyes suddenly lit up.
"Oooh. We could print off the recipes and make a recipe book for when
the food making people aren't here and we wanna make stuff!"
She took another bite of her cereal. "Lemma fish--" she chewed
quickly, then swallowed.
"Maybe when we get done we could do that? I have markers and scissors
and glue and cardboard. And glitter, of course!" Of course.
Ty's mind flashed back to primary school. Molly looked his age,
but he wasn't sure about anybody in this place, so he just
rolled with it. "Th-that sounds like fun," he said. "As l-long as we
don't get glitter in the food. That could get m-messy."
Molly nodded. "We'd make the recipe book after we make the food. Or
before. Probably after. Since....hungry and all."
He nodded emphatically. "I feel ya."
Nodding back, Molly grinned. "Neat! Okay, so we can go to the art room whenever we're done! So we should eat fast."
This was gonna be awesome. They could totally sell the recipe book on like Etsy and stuff. She totally knew.
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