In a word? Trouble.

“You act like there is no free food at all anymore.”

“There is no more free pie. Because you ate it. In front of my face. And then told me to eat brussel sprouts. How do you live with yourself?”

“And yet here you are, hanging out at my apartment.”

“Yes, but that was for the free food, and now you’ve ruined that for me.”

“’s pretty easy”, he says with a grin and stuffs the last bite of cake in his mouth. “I just don’t.”

“I hate so much about the things you choose to be.”

“Then you should eat vegetables and not pie. I can get you some brussel sprouts, if you wanna get nutrition, Katie-Kate.”

“Wow. How do you not just punch yourself in the face?”

“Because it was my pie and I’m eating it when I want, you little intruder. You already ate my leftover takeout.”

“But Clint, I am still young and growing and you are already old and you have been fed enough. It’s your responsibility to nourish the younger generation, my brain is still developing, think of the consequences of me not getting enough nutrition.”

“I was hungry and I wanted pie and it’s my fridge. Why don’t you bring your own pie?”

“If I brought my own pie you’d probably eat that, too. Besides, why would I spend money on my own pie when I can eat yours for free? I’m still roughing it.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I think you know what it means, Clint, it means you ate the last slice of that pie that was in your fridge. How can you live with how greedy you are—that was going to be my lunch today!”