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Julian clapped three times slowly before pondering whether or not he could safely eat one pretzel and one whole hotdog. That seemed like an awful lot at one time, and the last time he ate everything he wanted, he became regretfully sick. Eating too much or too little... there was a balance there that Julian hadn't yet fully grasped.

"Could I... um... maybe... share a hot dog? With you? Just... just in case... D-Delilah said... don't eat too much in one sitting... and I did, one time. It was... oh it was bad. Sad and... bad."

That was a time and place he didn't wish to relive.

Soon, warm and fresh pretzels were ready for consumption, and Julian happily took one in each hand. Folded into printed paper with a checkerboard pattern, the young man was overjoyed. "...mom, we've... got pretzels." It was great. This was great. Today was great!

But did they need drinks? Julian hadn't considered that.

"Mom? Do... do we need... drinks?"

"No anthills.... no anthills..." Julian kept an eye out for said anthills, holding a warm pretzel in each hand. He preferred the ground, but really, was overjoyed to spend some time with Ginger and eat delicious food. His life was relatively simple and he appreciated most everything in it. Human bodily functions were not high on that list, but being human was much preferred to the alternative.

He found a great oak tree, thick of trunk and full of leaf and plopped down in the soft grass beneath it. The sun shone beautifully through the leaves and Julian was transfixed by it momentarily, forgetting to help Ginger place all the food and drinks around them for easy access. "Oh... not enough... hands... hmm." Panicking, Julian pressed the pretzels to his chest with one hand and used the other to help Ginger hold one of the root beers so she could sit down. When he realized what had happened, it was too late. Julian's sweater was now summarily salted.

He couldn't help but laugh. "...S-sorry, mom."