FINNgers
The Storm Hawks sat around the wooden table in the Sky Shanty, enjoying their meal on the house, thanks to the generous Tritonn.
Junko was extremely engaged with his fish and chips while Finn watched, fiddling around with his own food.
"Finn, stop playing with your lunch!" Piper huffed as the sharpshooter stuck all his chips into the tartar sauce, using the white sauce as the foundation to his fried potato house.
"But Piper, these don't make sense," Finn whined as he waved another piece of food in her face. "Fishes don't have fingers, so what are these made of?"
A/N: I keep of having Finn and Piper interactions; I should mix things up a bit.