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He was just trying to get home. He was just trying to get home with his two bags of well selected groceries that absolutely, definitely covered all of the food pyramid’s nutritional groups—but, of course, fate had different plans for him on this day.
Bolin’s hands were full and the rain was getting in his eyes and obscuring his already questionable vision more so than usual and he had to jerk away really quickly to make sure he didn’t run into the lady that was about to pass him on the sidewalk and—
Whumph. He hit the wall, and tripped backwards—managing to land directly in the way of the woman he was attempting to evade. “Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t see—the wall…” And then he realized the contents of his bags had spilled around them.
Pudding cups. His two grocery bags full of pudding cups. EVERYWHERE.
Even though he hastened to scoop them all back up, he knew she had seen. He looked up at her from his scooping with a very serious expression. “… Ma’am, maybe you’d know. Exactly how many pudding cups do I have to eat in order for it to be considered a meal?!”
