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Who: Carl Grimes & You
Broadcast: Network
Action: Red Fish
When: 4/8

[ The feed opens up in the Red Fish's cargo bay, a large crate opened up and its contents strewn on the floor almost like they're being sorted. Some of the labels can be seen and they're odd flavors and they're followed by some commentary as Carl picks them up. ]

Honey avocado? Cayenne chocolate? Eugh.. Black licorice??

[ The video shakes as he turns the camera around to frame his very confused expression. ]

So I guess this is one of those sponsor drops? I'd say thanks to whoever, but these are... weird. So I guess if anybody wants weird flavored pudding, come to the Red Fish. [ There's a little shuffling as he picks up a sheet of paper and waves it.

It came with one of these, which a lot of people have been getting.

Carl Grimes likes to yell at people when they're asleep. Carl Grimes once ate 112 ounces of pudding. Carl Grimes can't take his hat off. Carl Grimes got shot by a deer.

Compared to the ones other people have been getting? It's not that bad.

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I don't know. Cayenne chocolate might not be so bad? Though 112 ounces of it might be a bit much.

[Does Natasha actually want the pudding? Probably not. But who knows. Here she is anyway.]

I dunno, sounds pretty spicy. [ He picks up a container of said flavor, rolling it over in his hand. ]

It's not that much when you're really hungry.

[ And also a growing teenager. ]

Sweet and spicy.

[She smiles slightly, amused more by his defense than anything.]

Suppose it depends on just how quickly you eat it, though. If you're hungry enough to eat that much pudding, eating that much pudding is probably a bad idea.

I mean, scarfing food is a bad idea, anyway.

[ He shrugs. ] It was good at the time..

[ It had been a long time since he'd managed to get anything sweet like that, and it was kind of a stressful situation. ]

If you don't have any regrets, I won't tell you you should.

[Far be it for her to police anyone's pudding consumption, especially if they really needed some pudding.]

Maybe a little more restraint if you do try the cayenne though.

[She wanders into the cargo bay, and pauses, raising an eyebrow at the stuff all over the floor.]

What is it with this place and pudding?

I don't know if I should try it.

[ ... ] At least not by myself. This is something someone else should be subjected to, right?

Beats me. [ He holds up a container with the flavor coconut curry clearly printed on it. ]

Want some?

[Billy happens to be passing through after one of his system-check rounds. He takes one look at the crates and shakes his head.]

At least it's edible? For a certain value of edible. Have you tried any yet?

[Billy has been accused of being a Martian, accompanied with rolls of tin foil and gag antennae. He's disassembled a few of the antennae for their coils, and he now carries those in a bag.]

No, thanks. I wouldn't be able to taste it, anyway.

[Which might be a blessing in this case, but also probably takes the fun out of sharing it with her.]

Why not?

[She shrugs.]

It's what I get for being a daemon, I guess.

You could always try to get someone else to try them with you. Crew bonding?

You want in for a pudding-tasting party? This one looks pretty iffy.

[ He sets down the pudding and picks up another, showing the label to her. Yam. ]

I'm not really sure what that is.

[ Carl looks up at him from his half circle of pudding, making a face. ]

No, not yet. Thinking about it, though. Hungry?

[ He picks up a pudding and waggles it at Billy. ]

Honey and avocado don't sound terrible??

Oh, they do. What, no other takers so far?

[A pause while she considers.]

Red Fish, right?

None so far, no. Not even Maggie.

[ Which he's a little disappointed about, but he's not going to really complain. They'be been through a lot of odd eats together. ]

Yeah, Red Fish. Can't miss me, I'm kind of in the way.

[That gets a little bit of a laugh out of her, almost soundless.]

I'll come by. I don't know how much of that pile I'll be able to get through, but... hate to make you try those on your own.

[It's kind of a lot to explain, since apparently there are a lot of different definitions of the word daemon floating around. She just shakes her head a little.]

It just means I'm not human any more.

[She kneels down to look through some of the flavors herself.]

Do you need help sorting through these?

[Cas hears some of those flavors and, honestly, should they sound weird to him? He comes over, peers at a few of the containers.]

I'm told that spice and chocolate can go well together.

[ He cranes to look up at Castiel from his position on the floor. ]

Are they? I've never tried it, but it sounds pretty awful.

How long have you been a daemon? Is that too personal?

[ Carl scoots a little to make more room for her in his half circle. ]

If you want? This isn't even half of it.. [ He gives the crate an almost daunting look. ]

Bring a spoon.

No, it's fine. Three years.

[How long she's been a daemon isn't too personal. How she became one might be. She starts sorting through the closest puddings, but then pauses and follows his gaze to the other crate.]

...How much pudding do they think we need?

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