When all was well and settled, Kyle had a bruised shin from where both Craig and Clyde had kicked him, and Gregory's shirt was burnt from one of Damien's (even more) menacing glares. Not to mention the whole eight minute silent fight between Gregory and Christophe. But, they were all guys and guys will be guys, so ...everything was well and settled, to be blunt.

Craig kept thinking back to when he asked Tweek what was going on. Of course the answer was that he didn't know- why would he expect anything different? It was such a relief that it was all a joke. Craig almost hugged Tweek again for scaring him like that. Almost. Tweek after all, didn't know what was going on. Which was fucking... Craig couldn't put a word to it. Tweek-like.

The teenagers were at a long living room table. Usually when Craig slept over, they ate breakfast in the kitchen because they didn't ever need more than four chairs, but now in a room of fine china, Craig felt the sudden urge to spill something on the table cloth. Just to see what would happen. Token of course sat at the end, and clockwise sat Clyde, himself, Tweek, Pip, Damien, Christophe at the other end, Gregory, an empty seat, Kenny, Kyle, and Stan to the other side of Token. It was always fairly easy to tell where the shift in relationships lyes.

Token's cook brought out mounds of pancakes, french toast, bacon, eight different flavors of syrup, confectioners sugar, fresh fruit, and even some ham slices. Token thought nothing of it, and dug right into the chocolate chip pancakes. Clyde and Craig were somewhat used to the inordinate amount of breakfast foods, and, though he insisted (silently to himself- no one noticed) on taking inventory on just how much of everything there was, Tweek settled into gathering food without the startled looks some of the other teens were giving. "THAT is breakfast??" called Kenny. Before waiting for an answer however, he started just piling things on his plate like it was his last meal on earth.

Craig found this rather amusing, so he started watching everyone else's reactions to the buffet. Pip made sure to stick with sugar-free syrup, silver dollars, and plenty of fruit. Damien's eyes widened briefly before taking the entire plate of bacon and using it as his own personal dish. Christophe poked Damien's shoulder with a fork and stole some pieces of bacon, passing two onto Gregory as well. Gregory called the cook and told him that it would be wise to make more, and Kenny was shocked that there would be even more food coming. Kyle sat perfectly still, reflecting on the mass of food before deciding what he was going to be eating and neatly folding a ham slice onto his plate. Stan (after dumping a generous supply of sugar on his plate) tried to inform Kyle it wasn't kosher, but Kyle insisted that he didn't care, and, 'So what? Ham tastes fucking good!'. Token, pleased he could be a good host, looked entertained as well.

"Ow..." Craig rubbed his arm from where Tweek just hit him, accidentally of course.

"S- Sorry Craig!"

Craig honestly didn't care- it happened often enough, but something about Tweek was bothering him. He had that look in his eyes, like he was silently freaking out over something. Only Craig and sometimes Token could pride themselves in distinguishing Tweek's normal face from any other. "Is something wrong, Tweek?"

"Of course somethings bloody wrong, its Tweek." Gregory scoffed before turning back to his plate in dismissal. Craig flipped him off.

There was a rare chance Tweek even heard a word said, anyway. He looked as if he were concentrating on something. Pip's plate, evidently. Craig watched Pip eat something and Tweek winced- as if Pip were physically tearing into his skin. Which, Craig didn't count out of what might have been in Tweek's mind. That place was a fucking jungle. Craig wondered if even Tweek had a map, or a compass- North sure as hell didn't point North in there. "Tweek?"

Noticing he was being called, Tweek snapped his head back around, startled. It was a wonder that kid didn't get whiplash. "sorry." he turned back to his own plate, empty save for the syrup placed in some intricate pattern (or what looks like would have been an intricate pattern, if Tweek had more steady hands) around two strawberries. One was small and it's leaves stuck out in random places and the other was much bigger with a deep, almost too-red shade of red. It looked to Craig like one of the fruits was under-ripened and the other was going bad, but it didn't appear as if Tweek noticed. He just went back to sipping his coffee from his left hand and pulling the syrup along his plate with his fork.

"Tweek, eat something. You never eat anything." Craig whispered to his blonde friend. At this time, everyone was in their own little conversation, so Craig felt Tweek would be comfortable enough if he were to call out what he did every time they ate together. Every breakfast, every lunch at school- it was always the same. Tweek would need to be reminded to eat. It was sad, really, how horrible he was at sustaining himself. When asked, Tweek always insisted that, no, he wasn't anorexic, and yes, he did just get distracted some times. Craig even once managed to get the answer "I'm okay, really. I'm used to it", though he didn't think Tweek consciously told those words. Craig treated them like a secret- believing somehow it related to his parents. Craig hated Tweek's parents, and always did his best to keep Tweek out of that place. Not because his parents were sometimes abusive like Craig's own, but because they were neglectful and Craig knew Tweek needed watching over.

With a few seconds of silence and a nod, Tweek reached over to the fruit bowl and pulled out a perfect strawberry. Why didn't he just eat one of the ones on his plate, Craig wondered. But what was more amusing was Tweek's reaction.

When Tweek took that first bite of that strawberry and let the flavors drip across various taste buds, his pupils shrunk as they usually do when Tweek gets scared or excited. Or both. He held the fork in place in his mouth and was deathly still. "It... It's delicious..." he whispered to himself. And then, to Craig's astonishment, he added "I wonder what we taste like..." ever so quietly.

"Tweek?" Craig pushed lightly on the coffee-addicts shoulder. "You aren't going cannibalistic on us, are you?" which successfully jump started his attention back to Craig.

"WHAT? NO! I- I meant the fruit...!" Craig chuckled. Tweek was just too innocent, it was funny at times. At a lot of times, in Craig's case.

Craig's head hurt.

...

It must have been the hangover.