You did not! [But there's already a giggle bursting up out of them at the very thought, Rue gently nudging Casey's shoulder with their own.] You mean like a tablespoon's worth of pure cinnamon?
You should! [It is in the top tier list of embarrassing things he's attempted with new food but probably not the highest.] Should I try a spoonful of the powder instead?
[Well, there's no safer promise. And it'll be fine, probably. It's just some powdered spice. While Rue fusses with the relic, Casey fetches that spoon, scoops out a heaping pile of cinnamon, and stuffs it right in his mouth. He's eaten worse! So much worse! How bad can it-
POOF, there's an instant cloud of cinnamon dust exploding around him as he starts coughing it out. IT CAN IN FACT BE VERY BAD]
[OH it somehow is SO much funnier imagining it than watching their poor son struggle!!
The poof of the cinnamon cloud blocks view of the relic after that initial inhale, so Rue immediately abandons their filming to press a glass of water into their son's hand.]
[He accepts the water, chugging a big mouthful and lunging to hang over the sink, spitting out liquid brown.]
Oh my g- [COUGH, COUGH, WHEEZE, another mouthful, another spit.] There's so mu- ha- [CHUGS MORE, how is there so much!? It wasn't even that big a spoonful!]
[That sure would be a nice skill to learn one day. (Eventually, maybe. Cleaning is good for him.) He clears his throat, then lifts the cinnamon again.]
Oh, yeah! Might as well learn how. Maybe I'll get a waffle maker too.
[It's just pouring batter into the iron, how hard could it be? (Maybe harder than he thought to control the flow, since the first pour is too little, and the second try gets a big messy smear on one side, overflowing a bit. But he manages!)]
[Well! In that case, maybe within the next day or two, there will be a beautiful new waffle iron sitting in front of Casey and Hunter's apartment door! Just out of the blue! From no one in particular!]
Perfect, my Casey! [Would the Rue of a few years ago be able to call this effort perfect? Not in the slightest! But it's their son and that makes it perfect by default.] Now we just let it sit until it beeps at us to remove the waffle.
Oh, that's way easier than pancakes. [He can say it now, so he must be feeling better already, woo.] I love when stuff tells me they're done. Since we got a timer for the kitchen we hardly ever burn food anymore.
Ah, then you need to come over and see my egg cooker! It's quite the delightful little invention. I simply put an egg inside and it beeps when it's fully hard boiled! I've never seen anything so wonderful! How does it know exactly when the egg is done?! It's a mystery!
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Did I tell you I tried to eat cinnamon one time? Like, on its own.
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You did not! [But there's already a giggle bursting up out of them at the very thought, Rue gently nudging Casey's shoulder with their own.] You mean like a tablespoon's worth of pure cinnamon?
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Casey! [Forgive them, they just need to dissolve into giggles over the imagery] I can not believe it!
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Only if you'll let me film it! I want a video to keep forever!
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Only if you promise to stop filming and save me if I start choking!
[Please, he knows they'll save him. But if he starts dying on camera he may actually die of embarrassment instead.]
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I already have a spell at the ready, my love!
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POOF, there's an instant cloud of cinnamon dust exploding around him as he starts coughing it out. IT CAN IN FACT BE VERY BAD]
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The poof of the cinnamon cloud blocks view of the relic after that initial inhale, so Rue immediately abandons their filming to press a glass of water into their son's hand.]
Oh Casey! Drink you, darling!
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Oh my g- [COUGH, COUGH, WHEEZE, another mouthful, another spit.] There's so mu- ha- [CHUGS MORE, how is there so much!? It wasn't even that big a spoonful!]
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[And while he coughs and chokes and gulps down water, Rue will just rub some soothing little circles against his back.]
That's going to be a wonderful video to share with the family.
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And then he tilts his head to look at Rue.]
...Did... did you get the whole thing?
[MOM YOU GOT IT, RIGHT, YOU GOT THE BIT ON CAMERA. He's crying a little. Teenage priorities.]
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Every last second! I'll have to send it out to everyone soon. To show you, ah, "doing it for the vine". Is that the phrase?
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He takes another chug-swill-and-spit, before finally straightening up, wiping at his mouth, and looks down. Oh, uh.]
It's everywhere...
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There you are. No harm done, hm?
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[That sure would be a nice skill to learn one day. (Eventually, maybe. Cleaning is good for him.) He clears his throat, then lifts the cinnamon again.]
Umm, maybe just stick to the waffles, then.
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Would you like to do the honors of pouring the batter in?
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[It's just pouring batter into the iron, how hard could it be? (Maybe harder than he thought to control the flow, since the first pour is too little, and the second try gets a big messy smear on one side, overflowing a bit. But he manages!)]
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Perfect, my Casey! [Would the Rue of a few years ago be able to call this effort perfect? Not in the slightest! But it's their son and that makes it perfect by default.] Now we just let it sit until it beeps at us to remove the waffle.
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Oh, that's way easier than pancakes. [He can say it now, so he must be feeling better already, woo.] I love when stuff tells me they're done. Since we got a timer for the kitchen we hardly ever burn food anymore.
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Ah, then you need to come over and see my egg cooker! It's quite the delightful little invention. I simply put an egg inside and it beeps when it's fully hard boiled! I've never seen anything so wonderful! How does it know exactly when the egg is done?! It's a mystery!
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[He mostly eats them cracked and scrambled! Somehow hasn't had a boiled egg yet? Now he definitely must see it.]
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You can! It's one of my favorite ways to eat them!
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You don't think it's too crunchy?
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