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“Just… stick it in, Abed!”
“Hold on a second.”
“Please…! How long do I have to wait?”
“I don’t want to damage anything.”
“You won’t! That’s- I don’t care if you do, just… please do it quickly!”
“I don’t want to rush this. I want to be precise. Besides, it’s your first time and this needs to be memorable.”
“Abed, please!”
Abed pauses. He tilts his head. They’re doing the trope, aren’t they?
With one swift motion Abed sticks the knife into the wrapping covering the Kid Cuisine. It makes a satisfying pop. He quickly peels back the plastic and gives it to Troy, whose shining eyes are a brown reminiscent of the probably biohazardous pudding.
Troy’s parents were firm proponents of vegetables and family supper; Abed’s were firm proponents of doing anything possible to keep their son occupied and minimally annoying. Abed feels a pang of sympathy for Troy’s rocky upbringing. If being popular in high school and having happily married parents meant eating food with vitamins, he’s glad he was a loser.
Troy beams at his first ever Kid Cuisine. “You didn’t tell me there were sprinkles!”