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(Y/n) Hargreeves
I STARED AT the somewhatfood in front of us, Elliott kindly prepared for the rest of us. "Y'all know, Jell-O used to be a delicacy. You know, in order to make it, you gotta boil down a whole mess of hooves... you know, horses, cows, pigs, it doesn't matter."
I gave Elliott a polite smile while he continue to speak about the history of Jell-O. But God, it looks so unappetizing, and I don't have the heart to say it either.
"But no everyone has a mess of hooves just lying around. It wasn't until, uh— a couple sassy New Yorkers figured out how to dry out so that the rest of us could have a.. a chance to enjoy this ambrosia." Elliott finished.
"If we have some, will you shut up?" Diego gave him the option.
"Maybe. Here."
Elliott started to scoop some of Jell-O into small bowls for the four of us. I simply watched the action with a nervous smile before Luther spoke the silence by asking Vanya,
"How you feeling?"
"Pretty shitty, to be honest." She replied.
"Where would you say you are on a scale from one to ending all life on this planet?" Diego retorted, holding a grudge still from the original timeline where Vanya blew up the moon.
"Diego!" I scolded, turning my head toward his direction in a motherly manner. "Put the knife away, you idiot. She's fine." Luther added, scolding him as well.
"The last time I saw this one, she had me suspended midair, sucking the life out of me with emery tentacles. I think I'm allowed to a little time to process." Diego reasoned.
