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“Scott! Stop stealing my fries!”
“Sorry, gummy bear, but I want nothing to do with those abominations,” he replied, his eyes glued to the television as he shoved his burger back into his mouth and completely missed Steve’s scowl in his direction.
“Then call your ants off, please.”
At that, the brunet’s head whipped around. He watched with wide eyes as a conga line of carpenter ants plucked mostly burnt sweet potato fries off of Steve’s plate and walked away. Steve had expected maybe laughter in response or a sheepish apology, but instead Scott just stared in confusion then blinked back at him. “I’m not the one doing that.”
“Then who…?”
“You don’t think…?”
They both practically jumped off the couch, carefully following the line of ants into the next room to the ants’ destination; Tina in her dog bed with a growing pile of fries at her feet and Scott’s Ant Training earpiece around her small ear.
Steve burst out laughing at the sight. He couldn’t even be mad. “This dog’s too smart for her own good,” he said.
“I’ll say. How’d she get it?”
“Beats me. I can’t believe it still works.”
Scott frowned for a moment. “I’m gonna call Hank.”
“Hey, what about my fries?” he called after Scott’s retreating back. He sighed. Maybe Scott had a point. Tina continued to munch happily while he crouched close enough to remove the device, giving her black fur a ruffle. “Well, at least someone doesn’t think they’re abominations.”