theme: smith's salt & shake crisps

"Check them out, Eileen."

Eileen had just pinched the entrance of the plastic bag and was just preparing to shake. She looked up. "What?"

Rigby nodded over to the couch, grimace plastered to his face. Eileen directed her eyes to where Mordecai and Margaret were lying, bodies entangled, on an assortment of pale pillow cushions.

She observed Margaret, laughing uproariously, as she plucked a red grape from the coffee table and hand-fed her boyfriend.

From out the corner of her eye, Eileen noticed Rigby cringe. "That's something you'd never see me doing," he commented, not bothering to hide the disgust in his tone.

Pivoting around, he realized what Eileen was holding.

"Oh! Potato chips? Can I have some?" he asked.

She handed them across the food table. "They probably won't be the best, I haven't applied the sal-"

"Ugh! These are the worst potato chips ever! There's like, zero flavor!" Rigby exclaimed, who had already stuffed a load of the crisps into his mouth.

Eileen was mildly annoyed that he had interrupted her. "The chips are bland because I didn't apply the salt yet," she told him, gesturing for him to hand the bag over.

"...Oh. Well, it's dumb that you have to add the salt."

"That's why they're called salt and shake crisps, Rigby."

Apparently the handful of tasteless chips didn't kill his appetite. Eileen began to close of the bag, joggling it back and forth, as she watched Rigby gouge himself on a bowl full of cheese balls. She giggled.

"Leave some for the party guests, will you?" she said sarcastically. Rigby scowled, and shoveled a handful into his mouth.

The two were engulfed in silence (besides the muffled giggling of Mordecai and Margaret on the couch). Being the usual conversation-starter, Eileen smiled at him. "Thanks for inviting me over, Rigby."

Rigby licked the orange residue off his fingers and shrugged. "It was no big deal. You're kind of cool to talk to."

The mole girl's joviality erupted, but she managed to downplay it in her crush's presence. She hid the light pink tint on her cheeks.

Leaving the bag open ajar, Eileen stuck her hand in, pulling out a crisp coated in salt. She saw his mouth open and seized the opportunity.

Eileen impelled her hand forward, plonking the crisp into his mouth. Caught off guard, Rigby staggered over to the table, choking. Mordecai peeked his head up. "Dude, are you alright?!"

Rigby swallowed the chip that previously had been lodged in his throat. "Naw, I'm fine. Go back to your tongue-wrestling session with your lady." Mordecai smirked, and did as his best friend told him.

Eileen blushed, immediately regretting her forceful hand-feed. She couldn't quite look him in the eye as he turned back to her. "What was that for? Were you trying to kill me?" Rigby asked, frowning.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm an idiot sometimes.. I don't know? It was the heat of the moment I guess..." she stammered, feeling tears form at the rims of her eyes.

"Obviously you weren't thinking straight," he hissed. Rigby took a breath, about ready to scold her, but he saw the state she was in. Eileen looked like she was about to cry.

He backtracked, softening his scowl. "No, it's okay. I guess I understand. You were just showing me how good those chip-things tasted, right?" Eileen nodded along.

"And, to be honest.." he began, massaging the back of his neck. "It wasn't even that bad."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Um, you could give me more, y'know... if you want to," Rigby told her, trailing off into a mutter. Her face lit up.

"Sure!"

"Just try not to shove them into the back of my throat, okay, Eileen?"