Robbie can't blame him. There's something about the marshmallows and their crunchy styrofoam texture that makes them his ultimate comfort food. They make him feel like a kid again, when his feet didn't touch the floor at the dining room table and his parents would be rushing around trying to get ready for work. That sweet time when he was too naïve to know what disowned and divorce were.
He admits they taste bad though. Like sugar, sadness, and Vegas. Lucky Charms are still safer than Pym particles. He can agree on so much.
"That's because you're smart." The words are accompanied by his spoon repeatedly getting jabbed in Terry's direction. It seems like such a little thing, not messing around with weird science stuff that has a tendency to turn out poorly. Robbie wasn't even trying to muck around with experiments, and he still wound up in a lab accident (and, subsequently, here).
"Huh." Surprise is washing over his face like the breaking dawn. "You know… if you think about it, potential Pym contamination is probably the least of our worries. I still don't understand how this whole 'Infinite Mansion' works. All I know is that the door across from mine leads to an alley in New York City, and my bedroom window overlooks the Rhine."
Finished with his cereal, Robbie puts the bowl in the sink and stares down his empty coffee mug for awhile. It doesn't fill itself, so he does and leaves it black. He likes it that way - actually, he likes 3 am diner coffee that's been sitting on the burner long enough to concentrate. He can taste it then.
Robbie takes a good-sized slug of it, before finally continuing this safe topic. "What I mean is, we're being affected by a lot more science than a few stray particles on your twinkies, just by virtue of us standing here."
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He admits they taste bad though. Like sugar, sadness, and Vegas. Lucky Charms are still safer than Pym particles. He can agree on so much.
"That's because you're smart." The words are accompanied by his spoon repeatedly getting jabbed in Terry's direction. It seems like such a little thing, not messing around with weird science stuff that has a tendency to turn out poorly. Robbie wasn't even trying to muck around with experiments, and he still wound up in a lab accident (and, subsequently, here).
"Huh." Surprise is washing over his face like the breaking dawn. "You know… if you think about it, potential Pym contamination is probably the least of our worries. I still don't understand how this whole 'Infinite Mansion' works. All I know is that the door across from mine leads to an alley in New York City, and my bedroom window overlooks the Rhine."
Finished with his cereal, Robbie puts the bowl in the sink and stares down his empty coffee mug for awhile. It doesn't fill itself, so he does and leaves it black. He likes it that way - actually, he likes 3 am diner coffee that's been sitting on the burner long enough to concentrate. He can taste it then.
Robbie takes a good-sized slug of it, before finally continuing this safe topic. "What I mean is, we're being affected by a lot more science than a few stray particles on your twinkies, just by virtue of us standing here."