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Craig squinted at his sister suspiciously. “Why are you even down here?” He asked her.
“This part of the basement is called the ‘family room’ and I’m allowed to be here,” Tricia stated. She raised her finger. “If you want to be alone, go to your room. Oh, wait! Dad said you aren't allowed to be in your room alone when Tweek’s here.” She smirked. “Since ya know, the ‘shower incident’.”
Craig raised his middle finger back. “Fuck off, Tricia,” Craig growled. “If you give Tweek an anxiety attack I’ll lock in your room until tomorrow when I wake up!” Tweek squirmed closer to him on the couch. He was sitting with Craig’s arm around his shoulder and they were having their “Friday Couples Night” when the argument broke out.
“She isn't gonna give me an anxiety attack by agreeing with me!” Tweek laughed. “You’re just mad because you’re wrong.” He took Craig’s hand so he could flip his sister off anymore.
“I’m not wrong! Restaurants don’t refrigerate ketchup, it’s no big deal!” Craig said.
“Dude! That’s gross! Restaurants, with hundreds of customers, go through their supply of ketchup faster than a house of four! It would be absurd to constantly be running ketchup from the fridge to the table. In a house with four people, it’s no big deal to refrigerate it.” Tweek reiterated his argument.
“Craig, the bottle even says it needs to refrigerate it! It DOES go bad and restaurants keep the LARGER bottle they use to fill the SMALLER bottles in a fridge in the back! They don't put it all out at once!” Tricia added. She sat on the floor next to Tweek’s legs. “This is a really stupid argument. If you really think that you can just leave ketchup out, do it. I’ll buy more and me and Tweek can eat our cold healthy ketchup.”
“You can’t say that! He actually will and then he’ll get sick! And then I’ll accidentally put his bad ketchup on my food and I’ll get sick!” Tweek screeched.
“It’ll be fine Tweek! We can peel the labels off his. In fact here, take this one upstairs and throw the label away this way we know it’s his!” Tricia said. She handed the bottle to Tweek who nodded and ran upstairs with the tainted ketchup.
Tricia flopped on the couch. “So how did this argument even start?” She asked with a smirk.
“I forgot to put the ketchup back upstairs in the fridge before Tweek came over and he saw it on the coffee table.” Craig threw his head back with an exasperated sigh. “Had I known he would flip like he did I would’ve made an alarm to remind me or something.” Craig looked at his sister suspiciously. “And you, ya little shit, agree with him?”
“It is kinda gross that you leave it out all the time.” She responded. Craig groaned. “Now then, if you’ll excuse me… I have to replace your tainted ketchup and keep your boyfriend from panicking or getting sick.” She stood and threw the middle finger over her shoulder. Craig gladly returned it.
“Where did you get your attitude?” He asked.
“Growing up with this family, especially you, will do that.” She stopped at the door. “Haven't you noticed Tweek’s recent attitude? At school, I heard him in the hall with Clyde and Token, and you have turned him into some kind of savage sass master! Anyway, see ya.”
Craig smiled to himself softly. “Good.” He breathed quietly.