all that hard glossy armor

She nodded before quickly amending, “Well my version of heaven, I suppose. It’s sweeter and crunchier and just perfectly bite-sized.” With the Tomlinson’s owning a there small grocery store in town, she often got the leftover seasonal stock. The problem was trying to ration it out between her and the five other fosters in the house.

Jack was genuinely horrified to hear that such a thing even existed. He didn’t eat anything made with refined sugar. In fact, he’d been solely shopping the outer perimeter of grocery stores for his entire adult life.

“I can’t.” He replied too quickly, eyeing the Oreo like it might bite him. “I mean, those really fuck with your blood sugars.” He pointed out, unable to keep from morbidly wondering how many she planned on eating. It was shocking to him to see the things that people did to their bodies. As someone who had spent too many years of his youth watching Darby inhale fast food and cigarettes only to wash it down with cheap booze he still hadn’t gotten used to the bold indifference people seemed to hold in regards to their own bodies. Then again, depending on whether she was a vampire or not he supposed it might not matter at all.

“Sorry.” He pulled himself from his own thoughts, holding his hands up in front of him. “I’ve been told I come off as judgey, which is fair.” He admitted with a small but self-aware smile.

Finch shrugged, tucking the offered orea back into it's packaging. She didn't much care for the judgement, but the offense was slight. She'd never thought about things like keeping her blood sugars in check or denying herself the simple joy of a couple leftover oreo's after the holiday. Her metabolism currently was off the charts, thanks to the wolf that slumbered under her skin. She doubted she'd become the first diabetic werewolf in town.

"Yeah, well you can eat all the organic kale you want. Won't be nearly half as good as my shitty old oreos."

“Carrot cake Oreos? Those exist? I’ve been living my life in the dark, completely ignorant of this genius creation.” He gasped in overly dramatic shock, taking the oreo that was offered. “Are they limited edition? Do I need to go now to clear out the stock left in the stores before it’s gone for the rest of my lifetime?” He popped off one of the cookies, popping it into his mouth while he talked. 

"You might be too late there." She twisted her own oreo between her fingers, seperating the two ends to get at the sweet filling. "I think we cleared out like seven packages from the shelves last weekend."