Hi I need to hear more about your snack headcanons for the UD kids because I haven’t stopped thinking about the chaotic peanut m&m one you put in the UDSS sign up
"Settle something," was all the warning she got, her personal space disappearing in a puff of air and artificial cheese powder as she was bookended, made the literal middleman in an argument she hadn't been having, "tell this idiot I'm objectively correct."
Ashley didn't even have time to take a breath, much less open her mouth; immediately Chris was on the defensive, snatching at the bag of Cheetos to no avail. "The point is to have orange fingers by the end of it - that's the point! - cuz then you get to lick them off later, or stain your pants, it's how you're supposed to eat them!"
"Again," Josh interjected, giving his (admittedly ridiculous) plastic tongs a little click-clack before sliding them into the bag, bringing them up with a few Cheetos clutched tight, "I'm the one who's reached true enlightenment here, right Encyclopedia Brown?"
She glanced between the two of them, knowing full well there was only one way to end this particular war: "I mean, neither of you are dipping them in mustard, so...if we're going for objectivity, you're both wrong."
The enemy of my enemy, etcetera etcetera - she just hoped their horrified looks meant they'd leave her out of the next stupid debate.














