I'd been craving this all morning. Bacon, beef, cheese, empty carbs and grease-- the five major food groups of every fat girl's breakfast all sandwiched into a burger the size of my chubby fist. I've basically been living like this ever since I got home from Buttercombe, and it's been great. They had really nice, fancy food for every meal. But you can't beat an old-fashioned American burger straight from the King himself. But as much as I love me a good cheeseburger, I love my sister more.
Until said sister encroaches on said cheeseburger. Then things get a little complicated.
Look, I'm not anyone to criticize anyone's eating habits. Mine are atrocious. But then again, I'm actively trying to put on as much weigh as possible by cramming food into my stomach in an efficient time so I can get back to eating sooner. I've gone whole hog many a time in public places. There are times (more than I'd like to admit) that I've lost myself in gluttony, eyes glazed over and everything while I ate just about anything within line of sight. And that's totally cool because it's (usually) my food that I'm eating.
But when my sixteen year old sister is doing it, it looks a little strange.
Granted, my eating habits may have rubbed off on Alice just a little bit since about Christmas or so. And yeah, she might have put on a little weight since then. But I'd been home for about a week, and I'd never seen Alice just... stuff food into her mouth like that. Her little pink lips separated and she just started shoving food into her mouth like a regular pro, never really stopping and picking up momentum on the way! Pretty soon she was halfway done with her own rations..
...and that's when she tried to make a grab at my bacon double cheeseburger.
"Hey squirt, mind your manners!" I snapped, smacking her hand away from my sloppily wrapped grease burger, "Jeezus Al, what's gotten into you?"
"Sorry." she whimpered, rubbing the back of her little hand, moving quietly back to grazing on the mountain of fries we had whittled down into a hill.
"It's cool, just... ask first, you know?" I take a big, greedy bite, "I mean, you probably won't get any. But asking helps. What's gotten into you, anyway? You never eat this much. At least, not in such a small stretch of time. Usually you kind of graze instead of stuffing it all in your face at once."
Alice turned to me and answered...
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