[Is a shrug disparaging?]

[Yes.] Pause. [Ish.]

[How is a shrug disparaging.]

[Well, see, spaghetti is awesome.]

(And Anthony now has a bowlful of spaghetti.)

[I'm not really into food in general,] he shrugs, grabbing a bowlful of spaghetti as well.

[… Any particular reason?]

[It's just not incredible? And a waste of time in my opinion.]

[– I mean, if I could not need food I'd definitely skip it, but spaghetti's pretty good.]

[Eh.]

Anthony sniffs, tilting his head away dramatically.

"You," he declares out loud, "are adorable." And he gives Anthony a peck on the cheek.

Well, he gets a grin out of Anthony for that. "We should probably go sit, though."

"Right, yes."

Table!

"Hey," says Anthony to Vivian, taking a seat at aforementioned table.

"Hiya," greets Vivian. Her friend—a short girl with dirty blond hair named Carol—waves at the two. "Did you have fun, wink wink nudge nudge?"

Dayo, who just sat, sporfles. "Oh my god what are you twelve?" he giggles.

Anthony raises an eyebrow. "We might have."

"At least some of us are getting some action," Vivian sighs.

    "I thought you didn't like that...?" Carol asks.

"I don't, but it's the principle of the thing."

"… The principle?"

"Yeah!"

"Uh-huh." He rolls his eyes. "Anyway, how've your afternoons been?"

"Had chores, but then played some video games and it was alright."

    "I read," Carol shrugs.

"Cool, cool."

Anthony eats a forkful of spaghetti. It is quite clear that he loves it.

"You're adorable," he giggles.

[Spaghetti is delicious!]