REACT To Pancakes

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Biana: *Stabs Pancake With Fork* What is this texture?

Sophie: It is absolutely delicious! Try it with this! *Slides Syrup down to Biana*

Biana: *Flicks Syrup till it falls over* No thanks. Do you see how much sugar is in this?

Sophie: Keefe doesn't seem to find it a problem. *Points to Keefe*

Keefe: *Smiles* *Syrup dripping down chin onto napkin bib* *Cheeks stuffed with pancakes* *20 stacks in front of him*

Biana: That's cause it's Keefe. He is practically made out of sugar.

Dex: Why is it so, flexible.

Sophie: Because it's a pancake.

Dex: Looks processed. *Mumbles*

Sophie: *Smacks head against table repeatedly* IT IS A PANCAKE! JUST TRY IT!

Biana: Yeesh. You don't have to scream. I'll try it. *Takes tinniest bite possible* *Smiles* *Drowns single pancake in syrup* *Eats it really fast* WHAT IS THIS STUFF?

Sophie: The same stuff that has been on your plate for the last five minutes.

Biana: *Insane giggle* *Grabs Keefe's stack*

KEEFE: MY PRECIOUS!

Biana: *Pulls on Plate*

Dex: Guys that might not be the best-- *Pancakes go flying* *Syruppy Pancake lands on his hair* idea.

Biana: LOOK WHAT YOU DONE!!!

Keefe: Me? You-YOU did this!

Sophie: ENOUGH!!! This is the last time I'm taking you guys to the Forbidden Cities!

Keefe: *Flings Pancake at Sophie* 

Sophie: What was that for? *Glares at Keefe* *Pulls sticky pancake off of shirt*

Keefe: You said this was our last time, so I thought I should make the most of it. *Smirks*

Sophie: *Scrunches up face*

Keefe: *Squeals* OW!!!

Sophie: *Satisfied Smirk* That's what you get for messing with Foster!

A series of thrown pancakes later

Sophie: Keefe, why did you have to dump syrup in my *Voice trails off*

Waitress: WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!?!?!? *Screeches*

Everyone: *Runs out of room*

Waitress: STOP! STOP! STOP!

Sophie: *Glares at everyone* I am never taking you guys anywhere again!

Keefe: *Wraps arm around Sophie* And that's why you love me.

Sophie: *Blushes* Um, whatever gets you up in the morning.

Keefe: Please, Foster. You can't lie to an empath.


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