Marathon!

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya had trained faithfully, just like she promised (and despite her period starting a few months after that promise. Really? She didn't need that!). The weights had been added by about the second month of training and she was really, really proud of her stamina!

And the marathon they'd chosen as their first was coming up this weekend, with fund raising as done by Elcy...and yeah. "Don't tell me you have to cancel!" she said into the phone, pulling one foot up to stretch out her thighs. "Don't! I can't go and do this alone!"

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[mitochondriaaya]

He didn't have to dive! She wasn't hoarding it! In fact she was buttering a cracked open breadstick for Braig! SHARING! Eh, who was she kidding? Snatch the breadstick, was tradition!

"Remember when people used to stare at us?" When they were all itty bitty and eating like black holes? "And double check all our orders with Elcy and Yinsi?" It was funny really! "Maybe you could have the places around your flat call the places here? Like dining references! And they shouldn't panic over Dilan he's not even eating triple anymore!"

[sliceitwithwind]

Also, he was hungry. Dilan eat.

"Thanks, Aya." Braig said, sedately eating his tasty, tasty treat.

"Yeah." Dilan said, laughing, "It was pretty funny...hmm. We could do that..."

[mitochondriaaya]

Dilan had burned a lot of energy today! It was allowable savage behavior as long as he didn't regress any further!

"You're welcome!" Aya didn't manage sedate eating. She didn't even try but hey! She liked sharing despite that! She had maybe three to Braig's one? "And references could help reassure them all you're not college idiots pulling an ordering prank?" Aya pointed out. "Maybe get a little book for servers to write in..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"I don't think we're going to need to go that far." Braig said, shaking his head, "Just going in and eating everything we order will be proof enough."

"Mmmmbreadstick." said Dilan.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Awww, it could be funny though!" Aya grinned at Braig and passed him another breadstick. "And what if they think you're pranking them and don't even let you finish ordering?" Hmmm, was it worth it to race Dilan's hand to the last breadstick?

...

Duh.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan tore it in half after he got it and handed her the slightly bigger side. Because she was his and he loved her.

"Then we order one dish at a time and keep eating them. Duh."

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya beamed at Dilan, buttered her piece, and tore that in half to share with Braig. That was just how they worked! "Oh." That...hadn't occurred to her! "You guys don't end up chewing the plates that way?!" She'd be tempted to chew plates!

[sliceitwithwind]

"Nah." Dilan said, shaking his head, "Generally we time it so that as we finish one dish the next is coming out, so it means everything stays hot."

"Thanks, monkey." Braig said.

[mitochondriaaya]

"That makes sense. I'll have to remember that!" For when she was in college! "Did I tell you Mom and Dad laughed when I was trying to explain locust swarms for a project I was working on? They said swarms were easy, they just needed to be adopted and seated at the table with everyone else..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Really? You've gotta give us more context." Dilan said, confused.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Locust swarms were an issue in the depression era!" Aya grinned. "And they descended on a food source in a cloud, and in moments..." Yep, time to pick up and drop the empty breadstick basket lightly!

"I think they meant locusts had nothing on us and they sit down to dinner with us all the time!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Ohhhhh!" Dilan slapped his head, "Yeah, I should've gotten that."

"Obviously we need to do something about this." Braig said, "We could really freak them out if we just picked at dinner some night."

[mitochondriaaya]

"It's okay! It was a history report not a biology assignment!" So she understood Dilan not connecting the dots! Besides, she got to share facts with the boys!

"Uhm....are you suggesting freaking them out or never freaking them out?" Aya asked, not really following that. "What if our metabolisms change after we're all really done growing and stuff?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Freaking them out." Braig said, because he was a brat.

"Huh." Dilan thought about it, "I don't know. I have a pretty normal metabolism, and Braig's hasn't slowed down yet."

[mitochondriaaya]

"You know what they'll think if we all don't eat much?" Did he? DID HE? "They'll think we hit someone or something and hid a body on the way home!" They totally would!

"And it could still happen. Some day." Maybe?

[sliceitwithwind]

"...You're probably right." Braig admitted, "Ah, well, it was a good thought while it lasted."

"Doubt it, Braig's too good a driver. You've been watching too many bad teen horror films."

[mitochondriaaya]

"They would assume a body would be involved somehow!" Aya snorted and leaned back so the server could put the appetizer trays down. "What else would put all three of us off food? Ebola?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah, probably." Dilan agreed, reaching for appetizers as soon as the plate hit the table. Braig was right behind him. Mmmm food.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yeah probably to which part?!" Aya asked, snaking a handful or mozzarella sticks from between the starving boys. "Because if you have plans for ebola I want advanced warning!"

[sliceitwithwind]

"Both, really." Dilan said, grinning, "And I have no current plans for ebola research."

"So reassuring, dude."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Good! We read The Hot Zone in science class and that is NOT a fun disease!" At all! But still. Hmmm. "If we stopped eating in shifts..." Because Braig thought it would be fun so she would continue to ponder it?

[sliceitwithwind]

"Nah." Braig said, "They'd figure it out."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yeah, and then we'd get grounded for even pretending to mess up our eating habits." She knew they would too! "Or as grounded as you guys can get at college."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yuuuuup." Braig drawled, snagging a fried pepper and chewing on it happily.

"They'd figure out a way. Probably no boxes of cookies."

[mitochondriaaya]

"No cookies, no preserves, no phonecalls..." And they'd all be properly miserable! "When do you guys get out for the summer? We're leaving for the territories July 6th..."