A/N: Okay, so this is pure dialog. Not that good either, but it's a bit fluffy, I suppose.
Warnings: Brotherly fluff
"You can't possibly still be hungry, can you? We just had dinner not even three hours ago! How can you even eat that much? Do you have seven stomachs or something?"
"Uh, I don't know? How can you tell if you have seven stomachs…?"
"It was a joke, Finn."
"…Oh."
"Yeah. Hey, what're you-"
"Shhh! You'll wake up mom and Burt!"
"Finn Hudson, put down that cookie! You already had TEN of them!"
"But they're good!"
"I know that, but you'll make yourself sick if you eat too many of them!"
"No I won't! Like you said, I have six stomachs, right?"
"…One) I was joking. Two) I said that you had seven stomachs, not six. And three) No matter how many stomachs you have, that many cookies will make you sick!"
"…Oh. Should I put it back then, or…?"
"Eww, no! You already ate most of it! Just… just finish it and go to bed, okay, Finn? …Finn?"
"Yeah?"
"Were you even listening to me?"
"Not really."