[ It's like he's talking to Paimon, the food-obsessed fairy that's always buzzing around the Traveler. Except Altria was far less annoying than her. Really, how did the Traveler put up with that nuisance?
But it's almost fond, the exasperation he feels as he rolls his eyes. ]
Just don't come crying later when you get a stomach ache.
[ Nothing in the convenience store looks appealing, and in any case he can hardly tell what's in the packaging, as they're all clean of writing. Still, he picks up something he thinks won't be sweet—what looks like a bag of thin crisps. He opens it after a moment of trepidation—peers inside. Yep, exactly what's on the bag.
And then he tilts the opening towards Altria. Want one?
If she does take a chip and eat it, she'll find it's the sour cream and onion flavour. ]
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But it's almost fond, the exasperation he feels as he rolls his eyes. ]
Just don't come crying later when you get a stomach ache.
[ Nothing in the convenience store looks appealing, and in any case he can hardly tell what's in the packaging, as they're all clean of writing. Still, he picks up something he thinks won't be sweet—what looks like a bag of thin crisps. He opens it after a moment of trepidation—peers inside. Yep, exactly what's on the bag.
And then he tilts the opening towards Altria. Want one?
If she does take a chip and eat it, she'll find it's the sour cream and onion flavour. ]