HURT (ALWAYS ACCEPTING)

[GoldleafOG]

"I wouldn't really call myself a jock. Let alone smart... I guess..." Mason shrugged, "But I mean before. When you came in you seemed cheery."

[Solomon the Prophet]

"Really?" Sam asks and thinks about it. "Maybe it was just the lunch time happy. Eating lunch is a not something I take for granted. Why do you think I pack so much?"

[GoldleafOG]

Mason smiled, "Ah. You are a lot like Josh. At dinner he basically just eats everything at dinner time. And lunch. And breakfast. It's a wonder he's not fat." He paused, "But he is German. So that explains most of it."

[Solomon the Prophet]

"Haha," Sam laughs. "yeah, back when i was little I was lucky to get even one meal every few days. When the guards remembered me. When they forgot I ate what I could find. Little things like berries, but that's it.I kind of horde food when i can."

[GoldleafOG]

Mason blinked, "Have you seen Josh's room? I swear, every time I walk in to ask him something, he's sneaking some giant bag of popcorn or stuffing twinkies down his throat."

[Solomon the Prophet]

Sam makes a face, "Twinkies are nasty."

[GoldleafOG]

"Well... They're like those yellow debbie cake things."

[Solomon the Prophet]

"Still, twinkies are nasty," sam says.

[GoldleafOG]

Mason nodded, "Agreed." He leaned back, "But, my point his, he constantly eats."

[Solomon the Prophet]

"So do I when I can manage it," Sam says.