artificial strawberries taste disgusting.

stops eating, spoon sticking out of his mouth, and *stares*.

( they. are. wonderful. your plurk reminded me of them. xD )

[never tried them xD Would like one though *o*]

raises an eyebrow. "What?"

pulls the spoon out of his mouth. "They aren't artificial. You can't eat plastic strawberries. Duh."

rolls his eyes. "Not what I meant."

shoves another spoonful in his mouth and tries to talk around it, shrugging. " 's good. Got those golden Oreos in it."

"'Golden' Oreos?" He's never heard of it.

nods and sticks the spoon in the cup again. "Mhm. Vanilla Oreos instead'a chocolate. Here, try it." He holds the spoon up, grinning.

looks at him skeptically but tries it.

nods enthusiastically. "Well? Awesome, isn't it?"

hums. "It's okay." It didn't taste as awesome as he was expecting... but then again America tended to over-exaggerate at times.

tries to shove another overloaded spoonful at him. "Aw, c'mon, you know it's better than okay."

sighs but takes another bite. "Well it's certainly not as good as you made it out to be."

smacks him on the nose with the spoon. "Blasphemy."

rubs his nose because it's *coooold* "Dammit that hurt!" Well, it didn't so much as hurt as it did freeze his bloody nose off.

frowns. "But it's just plastic..." To test this, he tries it on himself, then drops the spoon in surprise. "Ow! That *does* hurt!"

rolls his eyes. "Why else would I tell you it bleeding hurts?" Honestly.

forgoes the spoon and just drinks the dessert from the cup, coming away with a pink film across his top lip. "I thought you were bein' a -

sissy is all."

snorts. "Uhuh." He takes his finger and runs it across the top of his mouth before sticking it in his own with a smirk.

makes a face and wipes his mouth on his sleeve."I had hot dogs too. And fries. Did you eat dinner?"

shakes his head. "I had strawberries outside of this but that's about it."

pokes his stomach. "You gotta eat more! You're way too skinny."

snorts. "I'm just fine thank you."

shakes his head and tries to pinch Arthur's hips, not realizing that not everybody has hip chub. "No way. You need a hamburger."

sticks out his tongue in disgust. "No thank you."

shrugs and sticks his hands back into his coat pockets. "Suit yourself. Don't start cryin' to me when you break a hip."

scoffs. "Yes. Because hamburgers are very nutritious. Along with that strawberry... oreo thing."

grins. "Yup! Glad you're finally seein' it my way."

rolls his eyes. "I suppose you've never heard of sarcasm either then."

plays dumb, which really isn't that hard for him. "Nope, never. You hungry? I can make you somethin'!"

shakes his head. "Not really, actually." He licks his lips from the strawberry treat.

catches that and grins. He debates for a moment, then leans in and gives him a quick peck on the lips, tasting strawberry. "Okay! You can-

make me food then!"

smirks a little at this and hums. "What do you want?"

bites his lip, thinking. "Somethin' edible?"

snorts. "Might as well not ask me to cook, then."

really makes a concentrated effort not to laugh. ...for about ten seconds, then he snorts and can't help it anymore. "It ain't *that* bad

...not all the time."

him a skeptical look. "Sure I hear that one all the time." Not.

tries to think of something nice to say about his food. "M-maybe if you stayed at the stove it wouldn't burn..."

"Then it comes out undercooked..."

shakes his head. "Nuh uh. You just gotta time it right. If I can do it, I *know* you can."

huffs. "Either way something goes wrong." Luck wasn't on his side when it came to cooking.

agrees with that but just pats his back awkwardly instead of saying so.

heads off to the kitchen. "Well... what should I make?"

follows closely, glancing up at the smoke detectors as they pass. Did he replace the batteries...? "Um...I dunno. Whatever you wanna make."

"Scones. Speak up or forever hold your peace." =n=

those when they come from Starbucks! "Scones are good!"

smirks. "Scones it is."

excited sort of! "You gonna make tea too?"

raises an eyebrow. "If you want..."

shrugs. "That's what y'all do, isn't it? Tea and scones?"

sighs. "That doesn't matter, I asked you if you wanted some."

nods. "Yup. Whatever you wanna make."

grabs the ingredients for the scones. "Do you even *have* tea?"

starts digging through the cabinets, eventually unearthing a little box. "Um...these bag things?"

grabbed it. Not the best quality but it would do. "Yes." He goes to boil some water.

keeps an eye on this whole process. He set the smoke alarm off just boiling water once before. It could happen with Arthur too...

doesn't think that'll happen. He's made tea enough to pretty much get that aspect of it down perfectly. He was still wondering *why* he--

wanted his food in the first place, but he didn't ask, decided to concentrate on the tea for now, then the scones.

hasn't had Arthur's cooking in awhile, and he's just about impossible to keep full. That and he just thinks it's funny watching Arthur move

around a kitchen.

sighs. "You do have more teabags don't you?" Otherwise he was getting about one cup. :|

snickers at the word 'teabag'. "I dunno. Probably. I don't drink tea much.

"

doesn't know where things in his house are =3= "Well if you want me to cook I need to know where things are..."

opens up several cabinets, trying to find what all he figures Arthur needs. "You oughta figure out where stuff is for when you stay over

anyway."

"It'll be easier if you find it." He didn't feel like searching through cabinets and the like.

unearths another box of tea things and sets it on the counter. "There. Teabags."

hums and goes to grab the rest of what he'll need for the scones. Even if he was bad at it, he usually did like to cook. Until he saw the--

end result.

decides to park himself up on the counter near the stove to watch this progress.