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This was complete and utter madness, Ruby decided.

Winn was gagging over the trash can, Lena was gargling at the sink, Kara and Mon-El were still going strong, and Ruby was wondering how she wound up with such a wonderful family.

It had started innocently enough. (Now that Ruby thought of it, that's how everything seemed to start; innocently...until it morphed into something else. Not necessarily something bad, just something very, very different. Amusing usually, but different.)

Ruby and her mom had been wholly integrated into the Danvers extended family and, as such, were subject to participate in the annual Game Nights.

On this particular night, Sam had offered to host so they'd all gathered at the Arias home for dinner and games.

It was Winn who brought up the game. He'd casually mentioned something about Kara and food, specifically marshmallows, and Kara's eyes had gone wide.

Alex had glared and James had groaned.

Lena had been around the group long enough to know something big (and probably catastrophic) was going to happen and she braced herself for the worse.

Sam was looking between Kara and Mon-El who were sharing evil-ish looks and Lena, who was now carefully moving her chair away from their blonde reporter friend.

Imra frowned confused. Alex was smirking and Maggie was trying to act as if nothing had happened.

"You know what?" Winn said nervously. "You can, uh, forget what I just said and we can just-"

"Do you have any marshmallows?" Kara asked, eyes sincere and totally innocent.

Sam froze. Maggie and James were both shooting her looks that clearly said, "Abandon ship! SOS!"

"Not a problem if you don't," Mon-El assured her.

"No problem at all," Kara stood up. There was burst of air and Kara was holding three large bags of marshmallows.

"Winslow Schott jr.," Maggie threatened in a low voice.

"Leave it, Maggie," Alex put a hand on the detective's shoulder. "It's too late to stop them now."

"Not too late to wring his neck," Maggie pointed out, getting to her feet.

Ruby was hopelessly confused.

It wasn't long before Ruby was in the know.

Also impressed.

And slightly disgusted.

Turns out, Winn had hinted at a memory of a game of Chubby Bunny in which Kara and Mon-El had gotten super competitive. Like, more competitive than usual. But then again, it was Kara so anything related to food was fair game.

The target of the game was to stuff as many marshmallows in your mouth as you could while still being able to say, "Chubby Bunny," as clearly as possible.

Alex and Maggie had flatly refused to play and thanks to their hardened agent/cop glares, they were granted admission to just watch. Everyone else wasn't as lucky.

Winn was the first out. He'd only got three marshmallows in before he was gagging.

Lena was next. She got four. Then Sam with five and Imra with six. James gave up at nine.

Ruby finally bowed out with a respectable eleven.

That left Kara and Mon-El. Both of them were up to eighteen and still going. It was totally disgusting yet extremely interesting at the same time.

Winn was still standing by the trash can, he refused to watch the rest of the game.

"Are chipmunk-like cheeks a superpower you forgot to mention?" Lena asked.

Alex shrugged. "Could be."

"It would make sense," James agreed. "Last time we played, we finally got them to stop at fifty two."

"What?" Sam exclaimed. "I'm pretty sure that's not possible."

"Aliens," Alex said as her only explanation.

"The only reason they stopped was because we ran out of marshmallows and then Kara had to go rescue a cat from a burning building." Maggie added.

Sam groaned. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"The best family ever," Kara said around her marshmallows.

"Yeah!" Mon-El agreed before stuffing another white cylinder into his mouth.

And despite everything, Ruby had to agree. This was definitely the best family ever.

In the end, Kara and Mon-El (begrudgingly) agreed to leave it as a tie.

"Flippin' finally!" Alex exclaimed exasperated. Kara and Mon-El had stayed in the kitchen doing their thing while everyone else graduated to the living room to play Sorry!.

"How many did you two end with?" Lena asked.

Winn immediately plugged his ears. "I don't want to know!"

Kara shrugged, offhandedly. "Seventy six."

"Still pretty sure that shouldn't be possible," Sam muttered. "If you are super powered aliens."

"Didn't stop them," Alex pointed out.

"You should have seen Kara when I took her to this restaurant," Mon-El said. "There was this limited offer on ribs and she practically inhaled them."

"I told you, I had to!" Kara exclaimed.

"Sure, Kara," Lena patted her friend's arm. "Sure, you did."

Kara just grumbled.

Author's Note:

I honestly don't know why I wrote this one. I mean, I hate the game Chubby Bunny due to an unfortunate experience with it. (Nothing serious, I just...don't like the game very much. Or, at all.)

But it made for a fun story to write so I guess that made up for not-so-great memories.

Also, I guess this is what you get when I'm on break and I'm slightly bored on New Year's Eve and I start thinking up some half-good ideas.

Just wanted to say, Chubby Bunny can be pretty fun and some people are super good at it (though not nearly as good as Kara and Mon-El). If you do play, just be warned that you may exercise your gag reflex a lot. Also you might drool a lot too.

On a more serious note, I was just rereading some of these one-shots and realized that I make a fair amount of typos. I mean, I knew I wasn't going to be typo-free but yeah.

Anyway, sorry about that for any grammar Nazis out there.