What's Seto's favorite type of chocolate? Mokuba wants to find out!
Mokuba was sitting in the kitchen eating some chocolate ice cream. He knew Seto would have something to say to him about eating sweets before dinner but for now Mokuba was experiencing pure bliss. He finished his bowl and put it in the sink then ran upstairs to Seto's office. He walked in to see Seto typing on his computer. He cleared his throat to get his older brothers attention.
"Mokuba, I know your there you don't have to be so immature." Seto said.
Mokuba didn't say anything and shut the door behind him. "Thanks, Seto. It's nice to know you think so highly of me."
Seto just shrugged and continued to type. Mokuba sat in one of the chairs in front of Seto's desk. He wasn't bothering Seto. He knew better. But then he was hit with a thought. Mokuba gave Seto a curious look and dared to ask his question.
"Seto, what's your favorite type of chocolate?"
Seto stopped typing and looked at his younger brother. "What?" he asked.
Mokuba repeated his question. Seto continued to stare at Mokuba then turned to fully face him. "You don't know?" he asked.
Mokuba shook his head.
"But, Mokuba I eat it all the time. You always see me with my favorite type of chocolate."
Mokuba shook his head again. "No, I don't. I almost never see you eat sweets. I know you like chocolate though. What's your favorite kind?"
Seto shook his head. "I'm not going to tell you."
"What? Why not? It's just a question!"
"Because, Mokuba! I thought you knew what my favorite chocolate was! It shocks me so much that you don't." Seto stood up and left the room with Mokuba trailing closely behind. Seto opened the door to his bedroom and walked in. He flopped on his bed and Mokuba crawled next to him. Seto lay there with his brother lying next to him.
"Seto, I just want to know your favorite type of chocolate. Just tell me." Mokuba begged.
Seto looked at his brother and smiled. He looked deep into his brother's puppy eyes and felt that he should answer his simple question.
"No, Mokuba. It breaks my heart that you can't answer that question. I don't see why you can't." he said clutching his chest very dramatically.
And the tables were turned. Now Mokuba felt bad. He sighed and decided to negotiate. That was something Seto was really good at.
"If I guess it will you tell me?"
Seto thought about it for a while. "Sure. Start guessing."
Mokuba smiled and began his quest to find Seto's favorite chocolate. "Is it light chocolate?"
Seto shook his head. "Nope."
"Dark chocolate?"
"Nope."
"I know! German chocolate!"
Seto gave Mokuba an odd look. "Though it is good it's not my favorite."
Mokuba sighed. "Mint Chocolate?"
"I don't see why they would make such a disgusting type. They should keep the sweets and the dentist prescribed candy away from each other."
Mokuba frowned deeply. This wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. But how many types of chocolate are out there? "White chocolate?"
"Love the stuff, but it's not my favorite." Seto said closing his eyes. Might as well get comfortable because they weren't going to be moving for a while.
"Milk chocolate?"
"Everyone loves Milk chocolate, Mokuba, and I for one try to stand out."
Mokuba growled. "Ok! How about sugar-free chocolate?"
Seto just stared at Mokuba. Mokuba nodded his head. "Yea, your right." He said. "Who ever made that stuff is the biggest sinner in the world."
Seto nodded his head and closed his eyes. "Are you going to keep trying?"
"Of course!" Mokuba said. "Couverture?"
Seto shook his head. "Sorry, but that's not it."
"Chocolate chip?"
Seto looked at his little brother again. "Does that count as a type of chocolate?"
Mokuba shrugged. "I don't know. I'm desperate here! I want to know your favorite kind of chocolate!"
"Then keep guessing." Seto said smirking.
Mokuba buried his face in a pillow and tried to think. Seto was always a complicated person even when it came to something as simple as chocolate! Mokuba tried to think like Seto would. It took him a minute but something finally clicked in his mind.
Mokuba looked back at his brother and lifted an eyebrow. "Chocolate syrup?"
Seto rolled over on his stomach and looked at his brother. He smiled. "Now you're thinking more. You're very close, Mokuba, but not there yet."
Mokuba nodded his head and buried his face back in the pillow. It seemed to help him think better. He scanned his mind but he couldn't think of any other chocolates. His mind was coming up blank. Seto put a hand on his back and laughed.
"Come on, Mokuba. You're a bright kid. Remember, I said you always see me with my favorite chocolate. Think. You always see me with it and you were close when you said chocolate syrup."
Mokuba started to shake his head then stopped. It hit him. He knew what Seto's favorite chocolate was. Mokuba stared at his brother for the longest time. Seto just smiled at him then finally winked.
"You tricked me, Seto! I can't believe you! That's not fair!" Mokuba yelled sitting up.
Seto continued to lie on his stomach. He looked up at his little brother and laughed. "How did I trick you? It is a type of chocolate. You just didn't think of it because people always seem to forget to categorize it with chocolate."
Mokuba just looked at his brother. Seto was always playing these games with him. Mokuba finally calmed down and laughed. "Ok, Seto. You win this time."
Seto sat up and took Mokuba by the shoulders. "I haven't won yet. All you have to do is say my favorite chocolate and you win."
Mokuba looked at his brother. He finally nodded his head. He gave Seto the most serious look he could muster and said his answer.
"Hot chocolate."
Seto smiled and laughed his heart out. Mokuba joined right with him. They fell back on the bed and laughed til they couldn't laugh anymore.
"Congratulations, Mokuba. Yes, hot chocolate is my favorite chocolate."
Mokuba nodded and looked Seto in his eyes.
"Ok, Seto. So, what's my favorite chocolate?"
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