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Food Appreciation [Class Four, Period #3]

Marshall was just kind of staring at everybody when class started. He didn't look angry or anything. He was just staring, maybe looking a bit worried.

A little more staring.

A little more...

"I'M AFRAID TO TALK TO EVERYBODY TODAY," he said suddenly. "So far today I told a radio squirrel that if I were another squirrel I'd totally tap that and I told Ted that I didn't really mind his red cowboy boots!"

Ignore the fact that nobody here knew who Ted was.

"What if I start doing lecture and I suddenly start talking about how I think Kaylee's little accent is about the cutest thing I've ever heard and how that sometimes I want to ruffle Sam's hair because it looks fun?" Marshall's eyes widened. "Oh god, I'm doing it already!"

He pointed at the buffet table which had all sorts of ~~moddable~~ sandwiches and subs on them.

"Sandwiches! They're delicious and easy to make! Eat them!" Marshall said. "And for the love of god, someone save me from myself!"

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"Food is good, yeah, but so is, like, running."

"It's not that easy, dude," Hurley said. "I want to stop, sometimes. But I can't."

It didn't take a genius to figure out that Priestly didn't quite understand that. Yeah, he wasn't as in shape as he'd ever been, but he'd never been anywhere near as out of it as Hurley.

"But . . . running. And jumping around and dancing and playing ball and you don't do any of that stuff?"

"Dude, I play basketball," Hurley said. "And ping pong. I don't just sit around all day. I just eat... a lot."

"A whole lot," Priestly said, a little incredulously. "And, wow, I sound like a complete ass. I'm sorry, man."

"Dude, I normally wouldn't talk back," Hurley said. "Something weird's going on."

"No kidding, man. At least it's not just me."

"Yeah, just... do me a favor and forgot that stuff," Hurley said. "Please?"

"I can't, man. But I'm not gonna tell anyone else about it. Unless they ask. Today. God I hope this only lasts today. Or just till the end of class would be nice."

"I was doing it in the last class, too," Hurley admitted.

"You were telling people about your eating disorder?"

"No, just... telling people stuff that I wouldn't, normally," Hurley said.

"Oh. 'Cause, you know, it might help if you talked to someone about it. Who's not me."

Hurley shrugged, but nodded.

"Seriously, man. I mean, I know we don't know each other that well, but you seem like a really cool guy, other than the weight thing. Not that being big disqualifies you from being cool."

"Seriously, man. I don't like thinking I'm crazy. I just... eat a lot, that's all," Hurley said.

"No one wants to think they're crazy. Except my big sib. But she's totally awesome."

"...I think we should drop this, dude," Hurley said. He was getting a little upset.

"I'm trying," Priestly said with total honesty. Not like he could say it with anything else at the moment. "This shit is effed up."

"Yeah," Hurley said.

And with that, he shoved a sandwich in his mouth.

Priestly followed suit with more of his own BLT.

Eating, at this moment? Goooooood plan.

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