@onelichtwolich: > [forsakenpumpkin](https://onelichtwolich.tumblr.com/post/611232958295293952): > > > “Wonderful. Perfect. I’ve got ten quesadillas.” > > “Look, if you don’t want ‘em just say so,” Lup responds with a shrug. “I’m just tryin’ to be a good neighbor or whatever!” > > …Or, y’know, stress-cooking quesadillas. A lot of quesadillas. > > Same diff. > > Now that she thinks about it, she’s not even sure this dude can _eat._ Uh.  **“I wasn’t being sarcastic. These are the best quesadillas I’ve ever had. Maybe the only ones?”** If anything, they’re the only ones he’s had that weren’t generated by his own magic. And there’s no contest there, because this lady actually knows what to put inside of a quesadilla. Surprising what a difference that makes. He _does_ eat some quesadilla, which answers that question of hers. Ten’s kind of a lot, though. He probably won’t eat ten. **“And that’s saying something! I’ve been alive for a looot of minutes.”**