âđđđđđđđđđđđđ đđ đđđđđđđđą đđđ đđđđ đđđą đđ đđđ đąđđđ? no. strike that. it definitely is the best day of the year.â that and christmas and every other holiday that rejoiced in good food and lots of it! you know, ron hyped himself up a lot with food   â   he did like to make and eat it after all!   â   but he really wasnât that bad⊠or was he. âawh man, talking and eating is the best. âcause you got good company and you got good food and no one cares if you mess up or not as long as you donât! take this cheese stain, for example ââ and he pointed to the sickly yellow spot on his âwhiteâ t-shirt âyou probably wouldnât have noticed it before i told you âbout it, huh? well, thatâs all you gotta do!â not the greatest piece of advice ron had ever given but hey, if you didnât care about it, why should anyone else! at the question of his name, the longer version of it at least, ron shrugged and popped a few more chips into his open mouth. âyep. youâre definitely about that! but no one besides my mom when sheâs pissed calls me that â what about you? john short for something? jonathan? anyone call you johnny?â you know what, ron appreciated the bad joke. hell, he was the king at them. so at that whole âfrosted flakesâ ordeal, he couldnât help but let lose the biggest snort of his life as he had to hold back the cheese that threatened to fall from between his lips   ( only to add to the other stain on his shirt ) â âyou know what, johnny? i like the way that you roll! normally i do eat all of this but if you wanna pop up a chair and join me, iâd be more than happy to hear your wise cracks if youâve got anymore!âÂ
âI might not know you all that well, Ronald, but Iâm just going to go out on a limb and assume itâs because of it being a food-centric holiday?â Not his brightest assumption or observation, but it was worthy of being noted. Not like Ron needed reminding, though, it seemed. John just didnât picture the guy rejoicing because he was excited to be grateful. Or thankful, for that matter. Which is what the holiday boiled down to, essentially. âIt seems as though weâve been raised rather differently,â John admitted, rocking back on his heels. It wasnât a bad thing. But, a thing nonetheless. âIf I ever spoke with my mouth full when I was younger, no doubt dinner would be cut short for me. My parents deemed it impolite.â John shrugged at his recollection. The middle Darling didnât resent his parents for it. At least not this thing, in particular, but it was hard to shake that mindset. âYou have a stain there?â John made sure to make a big spectacle of trying to find it. He wasnât trying to be rude. Even though the little yellow-ish blob couldâve been seen from outer space. âNot really. Just John.â The poor boy was so boring, his own name was made to be devoid of nickname. It being a nickname in and of itself. âWhen I was little, my brother called me Johnny Rockets once when I was eating a hot dog. But, thatâs about it, really.â And the chortle, John hopped back out of instinct. Seeing as he was in the splash zone of nacho cheese, it was only safe. âIâm afraid they arenât very wise,â John bemused, now sheepish at praise for his uncomfortability with strangers. But, he did gently seat himself across the table from Ron. âIâve come to the conclusion that I donât have a firm grasp on how to speak to people, per say, and that it usually ends with a 50/50 chance of the person laughing at me or awkwardly shuffling away. Fortunately, however, it seems Iâve gotten the latter.âÂ