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Warning: Nothing bad here, actually. I know, big change, right?

Order

"Hey, Lance," Todd said from the backseat of the jeep. "Can we stop an' get somethin'? I'm starvin'."

"Alright," Lance agreed easily as he could feel his own stomach growling. "Where do ya guys wanna go?"

"Let's just go to Gut Bombers," Fred said.

"Eh, we always go there," Pietro said, hand-waving the idea. "I'm sick of that place."

"Didn't that new restaurant open up a few months ago?" Wanda said from the back. "It's not far."

"Aw, now we're talkin'!" Todd agreed with a nod. "Tabby said she went there last week and said it was fantastic!"

"You know where it is?" Pietro asked to which Lance gave a nod.

"Yeah, I've seen it," the rock-tumbler said as he turned the wheel down a side street.

Not a few minutes later, they'd pulled into a drive-thru, a few cars in front, but the line was moving relatively fast so they wouldn't have to wait long. Plus, it gave them time to order.

"Alright, what do you guys want?" Lance asked, fishing for his wallet.

"I'll take a five-piece nugget with fries, yo."

"A burger with everything and fries, please."

"Ten burgers."

Lance glanced back at the over-sized teen. "Aww, come on, Fred. Don't make me order that."

"But I need to eat!"

"I'll get you three."

"Seven."

"Five."

"Deal," Fred said with a sigh.

"Good," Lance settled on as their car moved up one. "'Tro, what do you want?"

"Twelve burgers."

"...you're kidding, right?"

"I don't kid."

"Yes, you do!"

"Ex-squeeze me, but I have an exponentially high metabolism, rockhead. I need to eat. Unlike Blob back there, if I don't eat enough, I could die!"

"Oh, stop being so melodramatic."

"I'm serious! I get really dizzy, then sick, and then I can't even lift my own head up! Now buy me my burgers!"

"I'm not buying you twelve!"

"Hey, if he gets twelve, I should, too!"

"Nobody's getting twelve!"

"But I need twelve! You'd better order me twelve or you are going to have to carry me to the hospital!"

Lance gave a scoff. "Yeah, right. And what are you gonna do if I don't? Re-style my hair while I'm sleeping? Ooh…so scary…"

Pietro's face flushed lightly at the stab against his obsession with his own hair and constant inspection of his physical looks. "Sh-shut up!"

The car in front moved up and they were up next.

"Just order my burgers already!"

"Yeah, and mine, too!"

"I'm not-"

"Oh, just order them already, Lance!" Wanda interrupted, her voice sounding desperate as she massaged the bridge of her nose. "I can't stand listening to this pointless argument anymore."

"You order it, then!" Lance shot back.

"Nu-uh, bro. Driver orders at the drive-thru," Todd finally spoke up. "That's the rule, yo."

"Toad, shut up—"

"Hello, may I take your order?"

Lance glanced over at the voice-box he was now in front of before saying, "Uhh, yeah, just one sec." He looked in the back. "What did you two want again?"

"Five-piece nugget wit' fries, dawg."

"Yeah, I want a five-piece nugget with fries—"

"Burger with everything and fries…"

"—and a burger with everything and another order of fries!"

"Anything else?"

"Tell her about the burgers!" Pietro whispered.

"I'm not—"

"Jus' order 'em already, Lance!" Toad groaned.

"But—"

"Anything else?" the voice pressed.

Lance sighed heavily before leaning his head out the window. "And twenty-four burgers."

There was silence on the other end. "…twenty-four?"

"Yes."

"Oooh! And a Frosty!" Pietro whispered.

"…and one Frosty…"

"…anything else?"

"No."

"…pay at the first window, please."

Lance quietly moved the car up to the first window. A tense silence fell over the car as Lance paid and soon moved up to the next window. The woman appeared after a moment.

"Excuse me, sir, but you're going to need to move up a little so we can get a few more orders through. Yours is going to take a bit longer."

Lance stared at her for a moment, unconsciously biting his lower lip before giving a simple nod and pulling up.

Silence passed for a few seconds before Todd opened his mouth to say something, but barely got a syllable out when Lance growled out through gritted teeth, "Don't. Say. One. Word."

Todd immediately shut his mouth and sunk down in his seat between Wanda and Fred.

About fifteen minutes later, an employee came out with three large bags that the group managed to grab and fit in the jeep. Ten minutes later, the whole group was home, all (with the exception of Lance) finally jabbering on about something.

Lance took a seat at the table, folding his arms on top of it. Next to him, Pietro was laying out his burgers on a plate, quietly humming to himself with a smile. Then, he stopped, blinked a few times before glancing over at Lance. "Hey, Lance, you do know you didn't order anything for yourself, right?"

"That's okay…I'm not really hungry." With that, Lance buried his head in his arms, contemplating his role in life.

Pietro stared at his friend for a moment before giving a shrug and taking his food into the living room. "Hey, anything good on?"

A/N: Luckily, I am the only child in my family, so I've never had to deal with people all ordering at once or making crazy, unreasonable orders, especially in the drive-thru...and I've never worked at a fast-food place, either, thank God. However, I have a strong feeling Lance tends to be the butt-monkey when it comes to having to order for a group full of mutants with strange eating habits. I really don't have much else to say except that I'm very sorry for tormenting my darling, walking Richter Scale and I hope I give him a nice chapter at some point...we'll see.

Anyways, thanks for reading!