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"There wasn't anything wrong with the chili before I brought it over here." He'd tasted it more than once along the way as he was cooking it just to make sure that he hadn't over-seasoned anything. It had been fine at home, and the only thing that had changed between having the chili at home and transporting it to Hartley's place was the cauldron.

"It's not just the chili, though. This juice tastes like candy corn. Everything does... Hart, I can't exit like this... What if food never tastes the same again?" Afton sounded as though this was the absolute, worst possible option ever. What about pizza? What about seafood? What about everything?

"It's not a weird thing. It's a terrible thing. I'm going to starve to death if everything tastes like candy corn forever." He was being melodramatic for certain, but this was Absolutely Miserable. He hadn't snacked while cooking because he'd wanted to enjoy things with Hart and now with everything tasting like candy corn of all things...

Afton reached out to turn the stove off before heading out of the kitchen towards the sofa. "If you need me I'll be on the couch. Wasting away and suffering..."

He cringed, glancing over the back of the couch as he heard a crunch coming from the kitchen. His nose wrinkled in Hartley's direction. ".... I don't know how you're still eating that stuff." He muttered, not paying much attention otherwise until Hart had joined him in the living room.

"If this is what we've got to look forward to when it comes to holidays from here on out.... That's entirely unacceptable. You can't just.... Ruin food like that."