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peter glanced at her, a frown on his face. “uh, yeah? what’ve you never seen a corndog before?” he asked with a small laugh. “i’ll eat it if you don’t want to. they’re good. especially with a little mustard,” he added. it had taken a bit of convincing to get silver to go out and have fun, but he thought she was enjoying herself now that they were out. “why did you even get one if you didn’t think it’d be good?”
"no?” silver replies, frown still etched on her face. it comes out more like a question than a statement, even though the answer is clear - silver had never tasted something as offensive as this corndog. "i guess i can try, if i hate it, it's your fault, parker." and she takes the tiny tiniest of bites, barely picking up anything at all. and surprisingly it wasn't too bad. "it's... alright. i just wanted to try your type of food,"















