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Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: DellaRosa has stealthy ways to get his revenge on Chime.
Notes: Partially based on a Malt Shoppe prompt: A character leaves out an important ingredient, either on purpose or by accident.


Heat radiated steaming tendrils from the bowl. The pale, mashed contents looked uninteresting but looks weren’t everything. Ignoring the temperature he piled a spoonful into his mouth and—
Choked. “The hell?”
“What?” Beside him a pilot turned, wide-eyed. “Something wrong?”
Chime gestured, grimacing; a curious spoonful vanished into the pilot’s mouth. “...That’s disgusting.”
From the serving hatch, DellaRosa’s laugh filled the canteen. Silence fell, as did several stares - including DellaRosa’s - on the furious Chime.
He’d told everyone.
“You bit off more than you could chew there,” the pilot laughed.
Chime glowered at his meal, and ate it anyway.
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