10. "Good thing I didn't ask for your opinion."
"Are you serious? You're going to make yourself sick," Eighteen said, watching with disgust as the poor knife went from condiment to bread.
"Nah," He said, licking a spot of mayo off his thumb. "I eat these all the time."
I can never kiss him ever, ever again.
Krillin could be a little quirky; Eighteen had come to accept, even like that about him. His quirks were unique, goofy in the best way. Most were endearing, like his need to align the seams in his socks perfectly along his toes, or how he hops up the stairs by twos, counting each pair as he goes.
Quirks were fine, quirks were good, but this - this was insane.
The jar of peanut butter seemed so innocuous, like it didn't know what was going to happen - until he stuck that same, damn mayo knife in and spread it out on the sandwich.
"The mayo makes it really creamy," he said, folding the two sides together and taking a large, large bite. Eighteen almost gagged. He held out half to her, a horrible swirl of mayo and peanut butter spilling out the sides, "Wanna bite?"
Chi-Chi was right. Men are hopeless.
"Absolutely not. Get that abomination out of my face."
The sandwich was disappearing much, much too fast - he was getting peanut butter all over the counter, mayonnaise all over his shirt, and he was losing Eighteen's respect with each reviled bite.
"You know," he said,swallowing loudly "it's immature to hate foods without tryin' em. Like l'il kids, yaknow - they don't wanna eat their vegetables until they - " he licked his lips, " - give 'em a shot."
"Are you comparing a peanut butter and mayo sandwich to broccoli?"
"Yes. Yes I am," Krillin shoved the last bite of the sandwich in his mouth and grabbed the bread. "Come on, you'll eat your mac 'n' cheese with ketchup but you won't even try my Miracle PB 'N' Whip?"
He seemed so disappointed in her.
"The macaroni thing isn't so weird. I know plenty of people who -" He was pulling too much bread out of that bag. "- are you going to make another?" She said, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"I'm hungry."
"You're disgusting."
"I'm hungry."
"That doesn't mean it's not disgusting."
"Look," he said, forming another dangerous sandwich, "Try it, 'nd if you don't like it, I won't eat them anymore." Krillin presented her with half, and Eighteen frowned.
Just one bite of the sandwich and she'd be rid of them forever. Not unlike a vaccine - a harmless injection of peanut butter and mayo, then she'd be immune to this nonsense. This madness.
Why is Krillin like this? I blame Goku, somehow.
She sighed and accepted the proffered slice.
I don't even like mayo.
Eighteen looked at the sandwich, at the strange contrast between brown and white, at the poor white bread - she frowned at Krillin, then took a bite.
The little man had never looked so tense.
"...Well?"
"Well... the mayo does make it creamy -"
"See! See!"
"That doesn't mean I like it! Hey - quit celebrating, you haven't won anything!"
"Eighteen likes mayo 'n' peanut butter! Eighteen likes mayo 'n' peanut butter! Eighteen likes - Ow, ow, ow, stop, Eighteen, that hurts - !"