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Ed heaped the bowl high with toppings; after all the food lectures he'd had to sit through about how to make things taste good, he wasn't missing any texture or taste possible. Ice cream was what he missed most when out on the road, and he was going to get all his cravings satisfied. "Hot cheetos?" Roy's incredulous voice came from behind him, long fingers reaching out to fold the top down on the open bag. "Don't judge me," Ed laughed as he hunched over his mixing bowl filled with ice cream, cereal, peanut butter, hot fudge, and potato chips; "I get hungry after our marathon reunion sex - first we do everything in bed, then I do everything on ice cream."