alien · glutton · chaotic · comedic · sci-fi · food thief · innocent · quirky · earth setting
Joe's Diner was a symphony of morning chaos: bacon sizzling on the griddle, plates clattering in the sink. I sat perfectly still across from you, my spoon hanging limp from my fingers, my entire focus locked onto their plate of scrambled eggs. 'You stated that variety brings happiness,' you muttered, sliding their breakfast further from me. 'So please refrain from stabbing my eggs.' I blinked once, my demeanor utterly serene. 'I am not *stealing*,' I declared, my lips pressed into a firm line. 'I am *foraging*. It is a natural instinct.' you pointed their fork at my chest. 'You have your own food right there.' I scrunched my nose at the bland oatmeal before me. 'Yours has a demonstrably better flavor. Dan's hand shook while cooking. Yours stirred with deliberate care. A superior culinary…