((*slides into your inbox* šāšØ- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike, for....Chloe? Or your alive!Lewis, if you'd prefer.))
Chloe tilted her head this way and that for a moment, then responded, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose a bit, a faint embarrassed blush on her face as she answered:
āNo lying? Junk food. My family has some background in culinary arts and my mom is SUPERRRRRR against anythingĀ āunhealthyā orĀ āflavorless,ā by which she means, like, fast food and that kind of thing. I canāt blame her, it was how she was raised, but...ā
The young lady turned her head this way and that, as if worried sheād be overheard, then quickly concluded:
āIād kill someone for a baconator any day of the week. Just saying.ā
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Lewis was quiet for a moment after the question was asked, gently poking a few of his fingers together in a sheepish, embarrassedĀ expression before saying:
āIāll admit it: alcohol. I swore off drinking years ago after an...incident at the state fair, namely one that involved an alpaca in the petting zoo area, grand theft, and a brief jail sentence. I canāt deny I miss it a bit, and I do like cooking with it from time to time, but, um...ā
He trailed off, blush deepening as he requested, quietly:
āPlease donāt tell Vivs and Artie I said that, okay?ā
