[ Reynir plucks up one of the Twinkies, taking a moment to fuss with the wrapper, taking several attempts to actually rip the plastic. Once he does he definitely does not sniff or lick it because some people are not absolutely feral, thanks. Instead, he squares his shoulders and takes a bite.
He's not going to spit it out, like Lalli. He'd decided that before he even started. But Reynir is absolutely not prepared for how soft the thing is, and the texture.... bad. The sickly sweetness is also fairly bad. He doesn't have Lalli's sweet tooth, so it's a real chore, getting the stuff down. He swallows it with a look of faint revulsion and admits: ]
That was...... really really gross.
[ This is a boy who has happily eaten mostly-rotten tuna, before.
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He's not going to spit it out, like Lalli. He'd decided that before he even started. But Reynir is absolutely not prepared for how soft the thing is, and the texture.... bad. The sickly sweetness is also fairly bad. He doesn't have Lalli's sweet tooth, so it's a real chore, getting the stuff down. He swallows it with a look of faint revulsion and admits: ]
That was...... really really gross.
[ This is a boy who has happily eaten mostly-rotten tuna, before.
Lalli had warned him. He really had. ]
What is this even supposed to be?!