"That's not how math works, though." Reaver blinked. "They don't even--"
"Actually, they do taste similar." Adrian smirked around the cigar in his mouth.
Adrian squinted. "Do it without whispering prior t' everythin'. Makin' me paranoid."
Zuzana snickered and swallowed tbe food in her mouth, glancing to Graham and Reaver. "Morning."
Reaver gasped and covered his mouth instinctively. "Y're right." He whispered, then smiled innocently as Adrian peered over.
"What?"
"What?" Reaver kept that smile.
"Why y' whispering and grinning as y'look towards us?"
Reaver shook his head. "I just don't see the appeal. Isn't even enough meat."
"Ya gotta get a lot of 'em, like chicken wings." Adrian tossed in a couple chips as they were playing poker.
((Don't have to truly play, I just like the image.))
"And I love when ya help." Reaver smiled and turned the mixer on so the contents could blend in the bowl.
Adrian grimaced before looking to Graham. "Y'ever get tired of bein'. . . sickeningly cute with eachother?"
"Adee sounds jealous and love-needing." Reaver snickered, Adrian blinking...
"Y'don't have to." Dipper gave a smile with his words, his body scooting just abit closer to share the warmth as he yanned. "Y're still with me, after all this time."
"ThaaaankYOU." Reaver snagged his own and spiralled out of the way just in time for Zuzana and Chloe to grab theirs, as well.
Adrian wwatched the scramble from a safe distance, snickering as he leaned against the fridge. "Coffee's on, as well."