Stark Industries [all day]

[momslilassassin]

After his visit on Ender on Monday, Ben opened the door to the shop expecting a fruit salad to explode on him, but nothing happened.

Relieved, he puttered around getting the store in order, opening windows, dusting off various gizmos, and sweeping the floor. Finally, feeling accomplished, he sat down behind the counter.

Which was when it started raining waffles.

Sigh.

Stark Industries was open, and carbo-loading.

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[endsthegame]

Ender took one peek inside, swung his backpack around, reached in and dug for an umbrella, and opened it before entering the store.

"I feel as if this is my fault somehow."

Admittedly, he did that about a lot of things.

[momslilassassin]

"Do blueberries go with waffles?" Ben wondered, munching on one of the snacks from the ceiling.

[endsthegame]

"I think they do," Ender said, and eyed him. "That can't be hygienic."

[momslilassassin]

"Probably not," Ben said, "but they're surprisingly tasty."

Or Ben had no taste at all when it came to free food. One of those two things.

[endsthegame]

"Don't get sick," Ender advised, pushing forward into the shop.

The waffles made little thudding noises on the umbrella.

[momslilassassin]

Ben grinned at the image Ender was giving him. "They don't really hurt once you get used to it," he said, "but I won't object to lunch on the beach."

[endsthegame]

It wasn't his fault the island conspired to make him look ridiculous. "Good," Ender said firmly, "Because I'm not sure how long this thing will hold out."

[momslilassassin]

"Probably not enough to get through lunch," Ben said, vaulting over the counter and meeting Ender at the door.

[endsthegame]

Gratefully, Ender stepped backwards and out, shaking waffle pieces from his umbrella before folding it back up. "I did not," he said, "bring waffles. The irony might have killed me if I had."

[momslilassassin]

Ben laughed. "What did you bring?"

[endsthegame]

"Fries and hamburgers," Ender said, picking that bag back off the ground and holding it up for his perusal. "Finger food. Nom."

That was a very dry 'nom', yes.