fandomhigh | Food Appreciation [Class Two, Period #3]

"Hey guys!" Marshall said, his mouth full of...something. He chewed and swallowed before talking again. "Today we're going to be talking about bar food."

He pointed at the long table in the front where there was various kinds of finger foods. "Bar food is used to soak up the alcohol in your system so you don't get so drunk that you're unable to hit on somebody. Or, if you're happily married, it's there to munch on while you watch your single friends hit on people. Either way, it's good. If you hit up a bar during happy hour then you can find this stuff for real cheap. You know when it's even cheaper? Right before closing because the bar is trying to get rid of the food."

Marshall knew a lot about bars.

"Okay, so bar food is mostly stuff you eat with your hands. Nachos, french fries, pretzels, beer nuts, onion rings, mozzarella sticks. If you're real lucky there will be some sliders on the menu," Marshall said, pointing to the burgers on the table. "And, last but certainly not least, buffalo wings. For those of you who aren't familiar with them, they aren't made of buffalo. They're chicken. And they come in different levels of heat. I prefer the more mild stuff but if I'm feeling particularly daring and there's enough blue cheese dressing around then I can crank it up to hot."

"So you've got a little bit of everything up here to dig into. There's the usual array of drinks in the back of the room," Marshall said. "There's also non-alcoholic beer and margaritas back there too. I tend to stay away from those but you guys go right ahead."

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"...And my weaknesses."

"Well, yeah, but it's better to just call 'em strengths and say they make you a better person as a whole."

"Maybe... but isn't it equally good to know areas where you have troubles so you can watch out for them?"

"You can't watch out for them and still call 'em strengths?"

"Okay, like, how would it be a strength to say, oh, that you're afraid of spiders for example?" Peyton asked.

"You're very cautious around eight-legged creatures."

She laughed. "If cautious means I run shrieking out of the room. Not that I do, actually, that was a hypothetical."

"Cautious could totally mean that." Yeah, Priestly knew he wasn't actually making any kind of a useful point, here.

It was one of his strengths.

"Oh, it so could not," she said with a grin.

"It totally could. You'd be surprised what you can get words to mean."

He was possibly picking up a little on his big sib's fondness for diverting and making up words.

She laughed again. "I'm not so sure about that."

"About the words or the surprise?"

"Yes!"

Priestly shook his head and laughed. "I know you're not telling me you've never made up a new word."

"Me?" She thought for a minute. "I don't think so?"

"Why not?"

"I... guess I never felt the need."

Priestly shook his head and sighed.

"Hey, I never claimed to be some great intellectual," Peyton said. "This whole thing - oh, wait. I kind of half created a name smush for two friends of mine. If that counts."

"That totally counts."

"Fine. Then I semi-invented - co-invented? - Naley."

"And, possibly, the word co-invented."

"Oh come on. I can't be the first one to use that!"

"First I've heard."

She shook her head. "O-kaaay..."

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