#sorry I bought the Destiny 2 skins and I regret it

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Someone’s gotta fucking sue Epic Games or cause some lawsuit to happen so the cosmetic prices go down because these prices for skins and cosmetics are fucking ridiculous I hope the guy who made these prices gets fucking curb stomped outside a Wendy’s

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the one where roman is your stubborn ex-boyfriend

Roman Godfrey x Witch!Reader

Summary: You try to warn Roman about Miranda, but will he listen? Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood Word Count: 2.6k A/N: i love roman godfrey. also can i just say i have no idea what this is like it was gonna be 8k words but turned out a lot shorter because i lost motivation tbh and didn’t know where to go with it; this also ends very abruptly so i’m really sorry about that. may write a part 2 but idk yet hehehe. also, i changed the show plot slightly to fit my fic :)

“Have you heard?” 

The sound of Destiny’s voice over the phone scares you slightly. After her dramatic bitch session over the girl Peter had been fucking, she stopped for a long pause, returning to the phone with a solemn tone. 

“No? Heard about what?” You answer. 

“She’s fucking him too.” Of course she is, or should you say, he is. Rolling your eyes, you sigh deeply down the line, “what like an orgy?” 

“No, like one of those relationships with three people? Uh, polyamorous?” You groan, “Spare me the details, D.” Destiny’s glamorous laugh echoes into your ear, and you can’t help but smile. 

“Please come over!” Destiny begs, her voice still full of laughter as you tell her ‘fine’ before you hang up. You bask in the morning sun that peers through the curtains of your apartment for a moment before you get moving. 

Opening the front door of Destiny’s apartment, you're met with her running up to, her eyes wide with alarm as she quickly slams the door behind you. 

“What’s going on?” You ask, thoughts running a mile a minute as she frantically ushers you to sit. 

“I saw her in my visions, Y/n. I-I don't know what it means, but I don’t trust her, and neither should my cousin,” She stutters. Your eyes flicker between hers as you sit her down on the couch. 

“When did this happen?” Destiny points over to the jacket laying on the wooden dining room table. “When I was on the phone to you. That’s hers. I went to pick it up and boom! Instant headrush.” 

You lean back on the couch and shake your head. You're at a loss for words. The fact that Peter could be in danger scares you; but more importantly, it's his ex-best friend’s safety that makes you panic more. 

“Have you talked to Roman?” You ask. Destiny’s head snaps towards you, shocked you even brought him up. She shakes her head and grasps your hands. “Have you?”

You inhale deeply, “No.” Destiny sighs, “We don’t have to talk about him, you know. I know your break up was pretty messy.” You let out a small laugh at her concern. 

“I’m okay, I promise. It was like 9 months ago, D.”

She nods and turns to look at the folded jacket, wanting to change the subject. “Did you want to look?” She throws her thumb behind her as you suck in a sharp breath. 

“Yep.”

The jacket lays on the table in front of you, and you stare at the leather.

“It will keep him safe…” You trail off, meeting Destiny’s eyes as she smiles softly. The doubt in the pit of your stomach is unsettling, but you need to see the vision. You huff before tilting your head side to side and shaking out your arms. Sweeping your hair back, you square your shoulders. Destiny gives you a reassuring look, although there's tinges of regret and panic in her eyes. You purse your lips while your heart beats rapidly in your chest and your ears. 

As soon as you reach down and let your fingers graze over the material, you're transported into a series of flashes—snakes and blood on the walls, the floor, everywhere. The screams you hear are far away, but they’re close enough for you to catch the utter agony that powers them. Your eyes move wildly under your eyelids as you search for something that will tell you anything. Tears line the edge of your waterline, and the guttural screams grow nearer, the cries rattling your bones until you squeeze your eyes shut and rip your hand away from the jacket. 

You step back in utter terror. You feel sick as pure fear and anxiety churns in your stomach. The blood-curdling screams still reside inside your brain as you walk towards the door. 

“Where are you going?” Destiny yells. 

“Roman’s.”

—

Stopping in front of Roman’s new house, you scoff. Last time you were here was when he first bought it, and you left screaming and crying—a perfect storm for a perfect couple. 

It was also the last time you saw him. The two of you were freshly 18 and were addicted to the speed of your relationship; a year in and he was already asking you to move in with him. It was built to fail: his mother and your ancestors, your kind, weren’t a good mix. Olivia had threatened you more times than you can count, but Roman always defended you, even if you didn’t need him too. Maybe that’s why you fell so hard so quickly, because he was there when you needed him. To protect and to love. But then you fell apart and were never to fall together again.

Stepping up the front door, your hand goes slack against the door. Do you just barge in? Or be the polite ex-girlfriend and knock. You go for the latter and bang your fist against the pale timber. Not a second later, the door swings open and you’re met with a blonde girl. 

“Hi—” “You must be Miranda. I was just wondering if Roman’s in?” You cut in, stepping through the doorway despite her distress. “Um, you can’t just walk in,” She says as you look at the top floor, hoping to see the lean man hovering above. 

“Lovely house he’s got. Ugh, I remember seeing this and telling him it was the one.” You laugh. This sentence causes Miranda to pause in her spot, her face scrunching up in confusion. 

Looking towards the kitchen, two pairs of eyes are staring at you and, you have to hold in a laugh. 

“Peter! Oh my gosh, it’s so good to see you,” You almost squeal as you rush towards him. He looks back at Roman in shock as you engulf him in a hug. “How have you been?”

Peter swallows with an unsure expression on his face, “Yeah, good.” You smile at him and then peer over his shoulder at your ex-boyfriend. 

“What are you doing here, Y/n? And cut the shit.” He mutters. He’s blunt with his words, but you understand why. It was messy. 

“Shit? I speak of no such thing, Mr Godfrey,” You give him a tight-lipped smile, sarcasm thick in your voice. You step back from Peter and watch as Roman saunters over to you. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks again, this time his tone is icy, and his stare is hard. 

“Does she know?” You ask before you say your true intentions, waving your hand in the air. Roman shares a look with Peter before shaking his head. You run your tongue along your front teeth then nod. 

“Ok. Well, firstly, I had a vision.” The sentence has Miranda instantly asking questions but is quietened by Peter who puts his hand up. Roman furrows his brows and steps closer to you, “What do you mean? About what? Does Destiny know?” The number of questions leaving his lips prompts you to lift your finger to stop him. 

“Destiny had the same one.” 

Roman glances over at Peter who shrugs. “When did this happen?” 

“Half an hour ago,” You move to sit on the couch as the boys stand and Miranda cowers in the corner. “And it’s very important.” You strain your voice so only Roman can hear. 

“Okay, well, tell me.” He says. You deadpan him as the corners of his mouth turn upwards slightly. 

“The woman you have both been fucking, she’s dangerous.”

From her spot, Miranda is overcome with anger as she pushes off the wall and stomps towards you. You keep a calm facade as she throws her arms in every direction whilst she’s talking. 

“Who do you think you are? Coming here at 8 am to run your mouth about God knows what and insult me and especially these boys.” 

You raise your eyebrows for a split second before standing from the couch to move in front of her. 

“Alright,” Roman buts in, his voice booming through the glass house. “That’s enough, Y/n. You can’t just come in here and insult her. She’s done nothing wrong.”

“You hardly know her! You don’t even know what she’s capable of,” You bite, spinning towards him. 

“I’m gonna go see Nadia.” 

You don’t recognise the name as you cock your head at Roman. 

“Who’s Nadia?” Roman freezes at the question. His shoulders tense and his body rigid as you tilt your head, waiting for his response. You grow impatient as the question lingers. At this point, Miranda has gone upstairs, and you watch as she punches in a code for a door. 

“She’s um—Letha’s.”

Your heart drops at the sound of your late best friend’s name. “You’re telling me…” You can’t find it in yourself to find the words as rage erupts in your stomach. 

“You’re letting a stranger look after Letha’s child?” You yell, “Peter?” 

“I only found out about her last week, Y/n. I’m as in the dark as you are.” He mumbles, head dropping towards the floor as you peer back at Roman. 

“The vision I saw was fucked up. If you saw them like I did, I’m sure you would feel the same, and you would want to be miles away from her right now.” You could cry at the sheer naivety of him. 

“You’re letting a complete stranger in on our lives! If anything, I’d be better off caring for my best friend’s child than some whore you picked up from the bar.”

The sound of footsteps catches your attention as you narrow your eyes at Miranda walking back down the stairs. She makes her way towards Peter and stands next to him as you are face-to-face with Roman.

“She’s feeding you vicious lies, Ro. Please listen to me.” You don’t beg, and you don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but it’s in moments like these, you need him to listen to you; to trust you again. 

“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, doll.” You roll your eyes and try your best to bite back a snide remark. 

“I’m telling you this because I love you, Roman, not because I’m jealous; don’t flatter yourself. Maybe start to think with your brain instead of your dick,” You place your palm on his cheek before you bring his other cheek to your lips, placing a kiss against his silky skin. “You know where to find me, baby.” Patting the side of his face, you step back, and without acknowledging Peter and Miranda, you walk out of the front door. 

Watching your retreating body, Roman feels a pang of remorse in his chest; the feeling leaving him breathless for only a moment before Miranda speaks.

“What a bitch,” She spits before Roman shoots her a stern look, “Don’t call her that.” He stares longingly at the door and then his legs take him upstairs and into his room, leaving the pair downstairs. 

—

Getting a call from Roman was odd. You assumed he deleted it when you broke up, but looks like he didn’t. The words that slipped out of his mouth hadn’t shocked you, but you felt like breaking down at the thought of Nadia missing. You hung up without a word, and every action you did after the phone call was aggressive, your anger evident everything you did. 

Storming up the driveway of his house, you spot Roman in the doorway, remorse painting his features. The look of anger on your face almost scares him and as he backs into the house with you coming at him. 

“I fucking told you I had a bad feeling and now look what she’s done! I can't believe you let this happen, Roman! I know you’re touch-starved and dying for female attention but come on, I saw this happening a mile away.” You snap, running your hand through your hair as Roman cowers with guilt. You hadn’t seen that expression before. 

You slam the front door behind you and glare at him. His look of regret slips and then irritation sets on his face. There he is. 

“And where were you? Hm? Probably off fucking some scum from the bar in town whilst I was worried shitless about my daughter.” Your eyebrows almost fly to your hairline as you listen to his newfound confidence. Rolling your eyes, you wave him off and turn to leave. You can’t bear to listen to his bullshit assumptions. 

“That’s right! Walk away like you always do.” He seethes, a frown contorting his features. You know he’s only saying that to get a rise out of you, it’s his specialty. So you don’t react to piss him off even more. You spin around to meet his hard stare again and stomp towards him, your finger up to press against his firm chest. 

“You really wanna go there, Godfrey? Really?” You see a flash of regret pass over his cold eyes before he leans down to your eye level. His face is vacant of any expression when he growls a response. “Yeah, I wanna fucking go there, dollface.” 

Your face screws up before you huff and step away from him. You bring your hands to rest on your cheeks as you feel tears sting your eyes. 

“I can’t believe you’ve let this happen,” You murmur. Roman growls, but when you look at him, he’s staring at the wall trying to stop the tears blurring his vision. 

“Where’s Peter?” You ask. 

“Fuck knows!” He yells, and you cringe slightly. Roman’s eyes go wide as he watches you shrink away. His face falls before he puts his hands up in front of him. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you, Y/n,” He says softly. You give him a small smile as you reply, “No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

His gaze falls to the floor before he sees your shoes. “Come here.”

Roman looks up to see you with your arms outstretched. You tilt your head when he doesn’t move and shift to wrap your arms around his torso. Being alone with Roman was different from when you were in a group. You couldn’t quite explain it, but he was far more emotional around you. 

“Hug me back, Ro,” You feel his shaky hands on your back as he bends down slightly, resting his head on your shoulder. Despite his arms around you, his body remains stiff.

“Loosen up; it’s just me.”

“Sorry, my family was never really the touchy-feely type.” he spits softly, “But you already knew that.” You only laugh and squeeze him tighter. 

Feeling his heartbeat comforts you. You haven't been this close since your break up, and even that was closer than this. You wish you never heard it; his cries against your skin. The sound and the vibrations make your breath hitch and your body freeze. 

“Let’s move to the couch, yeah?” You whisper, backing up until the backs of your knees hit the couch. Roman pulls away for a second as you lay down before he clambers on top. He lays his head on your chest and wraps his long arms around you. You wonder if he can actually fit on the couch or if his legs are bent awkwardly, but choose not to bring up the topic. 

“Could you play with my hair? Please?” Your eyes widen at the sound of the verb and the smallness of his voice, “I’m not gonna ask again, Y/n.” And there he is, the usual Roman. You roll your eyes and work your nimble fingers into his hair, the soft strands like silk against your skin. 

His sniffles eventually seize, and his body stops shaking as he calms down. 

“We’ll find Nadia. I promise you, Ro.”

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Bound by Steel : Chapter 2

Title: Bound by Steel Type: Fanfiction Characters: Vegeta and Bulma Rating: R (violence, language, sex, drugs and alcohol use) Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, I just love to either draw or write about them  Chapter Two Chapter 2

The hot steam enveloped the room as Bulma dumped another bucket of hot water over Princess Chichi and continued to scrub the dirt off the young woman. Bulma had figured out who she was quite quickly after speaking those few words with Prince Vegeta. It made since that she would be the Human Princess since Vegeta had no real use for anyone or anything weaker than even the lowest Oni Demon race and definitely not humans. So, this was it, Vegeta and the Saiyan race were actually doing it; they were fighting back against the most powerful Oni race known to Terra, Icejins. How many times had Vegeta and her had secretly schemed and fantasied about Freeza’s death; the demon who held their freedom and free will in his hands.

“Owe! You’re scrubbing too hard!” the Princess’ voice brought Bulma back from her thoughts. Bulma blinked and smiled politely despite wanting to roll her eyes. She had to remember this girl was not brought up and raised in the midst of war and battle. She had no doubt lived a sheltered life where everything had been handed to her on a silver platter instead of earned through fighting and killing.

“Forgive me your Majesty, sometimes I don’t know my own strength. Are you feeling refreshed?” Bulma pulled out a large fluffy towel and wrapped it around the young woman. She could see why Goku seemed to have an eye for her, the Princess was beautiful in a humanistic way. Goku always had a soft spot for the underdogs, the weak and helpless.

“How do you know who I am?” Chichi asked under wet bangs and looked at Bulma quizzically. Bulma just smiled slightly and tapped her temple with her finger.

“No worries Princess, I’m just good at putting two plus two together. I’m also more informed about the world around me than the Prince would let you believe.” Bulma stood up from the side of the tub and straightened her clothing. “I have brought you a kimono to wear while I repair yours, please make yourself comfortable while you stay here my Lady. My doors and home are opened to you.” Bulma bowed with her words and left the bathroom, leaving the Princess to dress.

Bulma walked down the hallway quietly her body automatically pinpointing Vegeta’s aura and seeking it out. She exited the back of her shrine and entered her cherry blossom garden and traveled down the stone path until she found what she was looking for. There, in front of her, Vegeta was waist deep in one of her Koi pounds scrubbing himself with a washcloth.

“You do realize I have a tub in my house do you not?” Bulma questioned while crossing her arms across her chest. Vegeta’s back tightened but he did not turn around. She had no doubt he knew she had come up behind him but decided he would ignore her. Typical Vegeta, ignore the annoying and it will ‘go away’. It hardly worked but it seemed like he still used that technique.

“I’m not bathing after a human,” Vegeta snorted and Bulma rolled her eyes.

“So you rather bathe in a cold pond? That’s very Princely of you.” Vegeta just shrugged his large scarred shoulders and continued to scrub his chest.

“I hope you aren’t killing my Koi, it takes a long time for them to get that large.”

“I suppose six years.

“That’s not fair, Vegeta, and you know that. I had to leave, Vegeta, I couldn’t do it anymore. The mindless killing…. Men, women, children. Entire towns wiped out just because we were told to? I just couldn’t take it anymore; my conscience couldn’t take it. I was losing myself to the blood lust and then the depression afterwards. You know what it can do to people; it destroys them from the inside out. My Oni blood wasn’t able to keep up. So, I saved up my coin and bought my freedom. I tried to buy yours but you wouldn’t leave…

Vegeta whipped around to look at Bulma standing behind him with a look of hurt and duress across her face. Good, maybe she could feel an ounce of pain that he had to go through. He narrowed his eyes and then threw the cloth he had been using to wash the dirt off him to the side. “What did you want me to do Woman? Huh? Did you want me to leave Nappa, Radditz, and Kakarrot behind as we run off hands free of them? Huh? Did you want me to have that weighing on my conscience as you got to play ‘house’ here with me?”

The look of hurt on Bulma’s face was raw and real. But Vegeta wasn’t done. “And what do you want from me now? Do you want me to feel sorry for you? To pretend what happened didn’t? To forgive you for leaving?”

” Yes! That’s what I want! I want you to stop hating me for something you were just as equal apart of as I was! I offered you freedom too! I saved for both of us!” Bulma threw her hands up over her head and began to pace. “I wrote you, time and time again once I was free, and you never answered a single letter. Even after you left Freeza you never once tried to contact me, to come find me. We planned it, Vegeta, you were suppose to come here when you were released and we were to be family.”

” What about my duties?! Huh?! Was I to forget them? Just drop everything to come here? I’m a Prince, Bulma, I don’t have the luxury to just run off and hide from the world like you! I have obligations to keep. I have honor!” Vegeta raised his voice to a harsh whisper as they argued quietly between each other. It wouldn’t do any good for anyone else to hear them.

” Honor? Honor?! You speak of honor for a Country that sold you into servitude to a monster? You don’t owe them a thing. It’s not honor but Pride that has you dancing to your own peoples’ tune and to a Father that sold his son out to keep his own head.”

“Quiet Woman, you are treading on thin ice here. If I was not put into servitude to the Icejin race, Vegeta-Sai would have been attacked and in their current state we might have been wiped out. The contract with Freeza was to buy time to build our armies and give me inside intelligence of our enemy. So, watch what you say about the Saiyan Empire.”

“Fine, Vegeta, fine. Whatever helps you sleep at night. So while you are playing Prince, Commander of the Saiyan Army, and future King your mate has been living alone, waiting to hear from her husband. Yeah that’s real honor Vegeta… I’m sure any Oni would agree with you on that.” Bulma snidely and sarcastically said in defeat and turned her back to Vegeta wading in the pond.

For so long she had waited for him to come to her. She knew she would never be welcomed in Vegeta-sai. She wasn’t Saiyan and she was a half-breed on top of that but the young Vegeta she knew long ago didn’t care. He had made her his, for now and eternity binding them together in the ways Onis do. Only she could complete his soul, bare his children, and give him true pleasure. But this older Vegeta seemed bound to the destiny to be a King; prideful and cold.

Bulma took a step to leave before she paused. It was a lost cause, he had made his mind and he put his people before her. She would now have to deal with that decision. Obviously, it didn’t bother him as much as it did her. Besides, he had a new flame…. “By the way, congratulations to your engagement. I’m sure her Elite Saiyan blood makes your parents and people proud. From what I hear she’s quite the beauty and strong too. I wonder how long it will take before they realize there will be no heir?”

There was a rush of movement behind her but before she could turn around Vegeta had leaped out of the water and his wet body was pressed firmly against her back. His hands held her arms down and she had to bite her lower lip to keep from yelling out expletives. The heat from his body was immense, she had forgotten how warm he was even when he acted so cold.

“Do you think I care one fucking bit about that woman? It’s my duty, nothing more nothing less.” Vegeta growled deep and low in his throat right by her ear. Bulma’s whole body shivered not only by the contact but from the vibrations of his words. Vegeta’s own body reacted harshly to her presence. He thought he had overcome their bond. He had slept with many women, found some pleasure in their company but nothing like this. Just holding her he could not keep his body from reacting. Even fully clothed he could feel every curve of her body and his body molded and melted into her. He could not contain his excitement and he nestled his hard cock into the soft plush curve of her rear end. It had been a mistake to touch her. He knew it now. It awakened the bond, the need to claim her after so long was almost unbearable. His blood pulsed at a fast rhythm, pounding in his eardrums the demands for sexual gratification, of completion.

“Let go of me before you regret it.” Bulma hissed but instead of sounding angry it came out as a seductive temptation. Vegeta nestled deeper into her, his mouth finding the curve of her neck and hovered there. The urge to bite down and reclaim her was over powering. The need to taste her blood, feel her heart beat, to be a part of her heat pounded loudly in his veins. She was shaking under his grip, her body in tuned with his waiting for that moment where his teeth broke skin and their bond reunited.

Vegeta could not fight it. He never could when it came to Bulma. She was his, always his. His own mind was giving in to the sweet temptation and he placed his hot lips onto her neck. The moan from her lips was like pure ecstasy and he dragged his tongue and teeth across the spot.

“I’m—warn—ing—you,” was all she managed to make out as her hips rocked backwards and stroked along the long hard length of his cock placed right in the crack of her rear.

That was all Vegeta needed. He pushed Bulma hard forward into the brush of a bush to hide them from view and she fell front first onto the ground. She barely had a chance to breathe before he flipped her round to lay on her back and began piling the layers of her kimono up to reach the apex of her thighs.

Bulma didn’t have a chance to say a word or even utter a sound until he rammed himself balls deep into her hot passage. She cried out from the forceful intrusion despite her body always being ready for him but if was muffled by his scorching mouth as it devoured the sound. He thrusted like a man would drink water after walking the desert for weeks and all she could do was cling onto his broad shoulders as he pounded relentlessly bringing them both quickly to a mind-blowing orgasm. Her body shivered in ecstasy around him and his own body shook with the pure unbridled pleasure. ‘This is how it was suppose to feel,’ Vegeta thought as he spilled his boiling seed into her. All those other women, his current fiancé, they felt nothing like this. It was not even a quarter of the pleasure he felt with his mate. He looked down at her finally being able to get some symbolism of control. She was beautiful, her hair had fallen out her bun and sprawled out like a giant blue halo around the most gorgeous face he had ever seen. Her eyes were closed with long black lashes brushing her flushed cheeks. He wanted to see her eyes, wanted her to know it was him, her mate, giving her pleasure. What anger he had, whatever bitterness he held felt like it was miles away now that he had her in his arms again. He would have to make the most of this visit. Bulma could not go back to their old lifestyle. She was too sensitive, too caring to be in a war again. He would take this precious time he had with her and use it until he was exhausted. It was the only way he would be able to leave her. To watch her as he walked out of her life for a second time.

“Bulma…” it was a moan and his hips began rocking into her once more. Her eyes fluttered open and focused on his endlessly deep black eyes. Her mouth parted and he placed his lips over hers to try to keep her from being too loud. He could probably get a couple more orgasms in before the others would notice their disappearance. ***

Bulma cursed at herself the whole time she cooked. Agreeing to make a feast for three hungry Saiyans was one of the worst decisions in her life. She’d be dead from exhaustion before she finished cooking. Or maybe it was exhaustion from her tryst with the Saiyan Prince that made her so tired. After the first flurry of sex he managed to rein himself in and they had long sensual sex for nearly two hours before they heard the others wandering about her home. Which means one thing, they were still bonded. For years, she wondered if maybe her half breeding interfered with their bond but it seemed now that that was not the case. Vegeta’s undying pride and honor did. She should have known, he was always stubborn to a fault but now she knew how much. ‘ Duty she snorted. He believed he was carrying out his duty as a Prince. Bulma suppose she could understand that since it was vengeance, a form of duty, that had her volunteering to join Freeza’s regime many years ago to find the man that murdered her father. And she had, after three years of service, finally did find him and kill him. That’s when she no longer found joy or excitement of mindless killing. Before it was fine, it was practice for the bastard that sunk his blade in her father’s back, but after her revenge she found no joy or amusement of killing for another. She had used Freeza and his army to find that man and once everything was said and done she no longer needed them. Except she had fallen in love with her squad leader and mated with him.

“Are you done yet?” Goku popped his head into the room and his hands quickly found a hot fresh dumpling.

“Get your hands out of there,” Bulma smacked his hand with a wooden spoon, “and yes I’m done. Here,” she handed him plate after plate of food until she could no longer see his face. “Take this out to everyone, I’ll bring the rest.” Bulma sighed as she watched Goku turn and easily walk his way into the dining hall where everyone was sitting crossed legged at the table. Bulma smiled and laid down the last bit of food in front of Vegeta before sitting across from him. She smiled softly to him before bowing to everyone at the table.

“Please, everyone, eat up! I hope you all enjoy”