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Another day, another crime scene. Trucy was off running errands with Phoenix, so Polly was alone on the investigation today.
In the corner of the carnage, which seemed to have involved a deadly fight over a Christmas tree, Ema was pouting, as usual. More and more these days she seemed to be pouting in Polly’s vicinity, like a cat that just so happened to always be in the same room as its preferred human.
Polly approached gingerly, straightening her suit vest. Ema’s only response was a brusque nod as she shoveled another handful of Snackoos into her mouth.
“What’s in Snackoos, anyway?” Polly ventured. “You’re the only one I know who eats them.”
She looked Polly up and down, then looked away like she hadn’t just done that. “Well—” Crunch crunch crunch. “They’re—” Crunch crunch. “Kind of a chocolatey flavor, but also kind of umami? Hard to explain.”
Polly suppressed a sigh. Ema really wasn’t giving her much to work with.
Then Ema’s hand jutted out at Polly, wielding a Snackoo like a weapon. “Here. Try.”
Ema smelled really nice up this close. Floral.
Polly stooped down to arm height and opened her mouth, one eyebrow raised as if to say, Are we doing this?
Breathing audibly through her nostrils, Ema slotted the crisp into Polly’s mouth.
Polly’s lower lip grazed Ema’s thumb as she pushed it in. Ema's breath hitched at the touch.
Now came the moment of truth. What did a Snackoo taste like?
Polly began to chew on the snack, which was flaky and airy but also—kind of chocolatey? But at the same time, the taste reminded her of jerky, kind of umami…was there sesame in there? It was kind of addictive, like she could eat them all day just to figure out what flavor she was detecting.
Wrinkling her nose, Polly stood. They were in each other’s space now, neither moving apart.
She would draw Ema in by her lower back in a moment, stroke her hair, brush their lips together. But first—
“Let me see that bag.” She grabbed the plastic bag from Ema’s hands and flipped it around to see the ingredients list. This would settle things once and for all.
Ingredients: wheat, natural and artificial flavors.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake...”