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[flightsuit]

[Sigh.]

Yeah, I get that. It doesn't have to be spelled out.

[ikols]

You don't give off that impression. [ but he shrugs, sitting back as he finishes eating at last, leaving a number of plates for hiccup to foot the bill for. oops. godly appetite. ] If you're so desperate for deets, why don't we play a game?

[ yessss. ]

An old game. A question for a question, and the answers can't include embellishment or wordplay, nothing but the absolute truth. Up for it? The winner is the one who doesn't get stuck on a reply.

[flightsuit]

[He just stares at the plates with squinted eyes, not even having eaten anything himself. Somehow the idea of playing a game seems like an awful idea.]

A game, huh? And what does the winner get? Somehow making the loser pay for lunch looks like that's out of the question either way.

[ikols]

Just the distinction of being the winner, for now. [ gesturing with a hand. ] Go ahead, you first. Chop, chop!

[flightsuit]

[What does he have to lose then?]

Okay, I guess I'll start off simple. What's your favorite thing to eat then?

[ikols]

Bacon.

[ he's a pig for it, ordering it every single time the opportunity passes in a diner. ]

Am I a disappointment, compared to what you expected of me?

[ YOU CAME TO THE WRONG GAME, SON. ]

[flightsuit]

I wouldn't say it's a disappointment. Just a ... surprise. You're not exactly godlike. You're pretty normal.

[For the most part.]

I'm actually pretty impressed that you're a rather ordinary guy, to be honest. Even relieved, I guess.