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"Oh yeah this is great, Chiaotzu." Tien coughed into his hand. Three eyes watering and bloodshot. His voice a croak. He swapped to telepathy, trying to mask the sound. So nice.
Chiaotzu narrowed his eyes and offered the platter with a suspicious grin. "Would you like some more then, Tien? Since you love it soooooo much?"
Tien flinched away from the plate. No thank you, I'm so full, oh wow.
Chiaotzu laughed and heaped his own plate high with the steaming stir fry. The noodles saturated with sauce and bright red chilis gleaming like jewels. Tien was garbage with spice.