Allen plopped his backpack on the table and began to unpack his snack: five apples, cut into pieces, and five thick slices of sharp cheddar cheese; two sandwiches, one peanut butter and jelly and one ham and swiss; a soup thermos; and a three juice boxes. As Lavi watched him pulling out one thing after another, a bead of sweat formed at his temple and slid down the side of his face. How had all that fit in there…?

Allen grinned and picked up a piece of apple and a slice of cheese, putting them together. "Itadakimasu!" Then he shoved the whole thing in his mouth.

"Wow, uh, Allen," Lavi hesitated, "that's a lot o' food, y'know? C'n you really eat all—"

As the redhead spoke, Allen had polished off everything and sat back, sipping the last of his juice boxes.

Lavi's eyes widened as he finished his sentence, "—that?"

"Huh? You say something?" Allen's big grey eyes regarded Lavi innocently as he slurped apple juice through the little straw.

Another drop of sweat fell down Lavi's face. He turned away, resting his chin on his hand. "Nope, nevermin'."


I know this is short, but it's meant to be that way. ;P