Noon-ish… still technically Monday. >_>
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MARI (VO): So, while we're on the subject of the wedding, I'm just curious Marta, why you're having it so far from home.
MARTA (VO): Well, Mom, Steve's family is in Michigan, it's going to be a road trip for one of our families no matter where we hold it.
Figured we may as well make it a destination wedding and inconvenience absolutely everybody equally.
TODD (VO): It sounds like a fun idea!
MARTA (VO): It better be!
AMANDA: Kinda quiet. You okay?
SELKIE: Yeah, just thinking.
AMANDA: So... are you not hungry, or....
SELKIE: Steals my fish at your own perils.
AMANDA: Well if you're gonna put your hands all over it...
MARTA (VO): Well, Mom, Steve's family is in Michigan, it's going to be a road trip for one of our families no matter where we hold it.
Figured we may as well make it a destination wedding and inconvenience absolutely everybody equally.
TODD (VO): It sounds like a fun idea!
MARTA (VO): It better be!
AMANDA: Kinda quiet. You okay?
SELKIE: Yeah, just thinking.
AMANDA: So... are you not hungry, or....
SELKIE: Steals my fish at your own perils.
AMANDA: Well if you're gonna put your hands all over it...
As kids, my aunt once stabbed my mom in the hand with her fork for stealing food. It's serious business.
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I’ve never hurt anyone over taking my food but I have had a lot of nightmares about people stealing my food, normally at a buffet and when I go to get more they are out. Food possessiveness is a weird thing.
it’s a natural thing. Basically a holdover from when there wasn’t always enough to go around, and so eating what you could when you could was that much more important. Someone stealing your food back then could be a matter of life and death.
Family of five sits down to dinner. There are six pork chops on the platter. Everyone gets a pork chop, and then everyone is eyeing that last chop. But no one will take it. They all are offering it to everyone else.
“You go ahead”
“No I couldn’t, you take it”
Like that. Then the lights go out. There’s a horrible scream. The lights come back on, and there are four forks stuck in the back of a hand that is holding the pork chop.
Oddly I can’t post a comment. I don’t know if that is due to my original awaiting moderation or some glitch in the matrix.
Seems to have been a slow glitch in the matrix. I refreshed so many times and wasn’t seeing anything, so idk what was up. Probably my internet, it was just taking a while and I thought it timed out, sorry.
We weren’t allowed to stab, but we were absolutely allowed to whack the thief’s hand with a utensil.
People know better than to try and take my food without permission. I growl. Literally. It’s reflexive. And thanks to a lot of trauma I’ve been through, I tend to stare unblinkingly looking for “threats.” I’m told it’s unnerving.
See, I’m a food sharer- but ONLY one-way. I’ll give you _my_ food, but I will NOT take food that someone else has been eating. Nor shall I ever finish someone else’s drink.
Heck, I don’t even eat from chip bags if I know someone other than immediate family has been hand-diving them.
My brother tried to steal my cheeseburger when I was six and got head butt for his effort.
My sister once tried to steal a seasoned fry off my plate, and I jabbed her with my fork. I ate fries with a fork at the time; I genuinely don’t remember if it was reflexive or just bad timing on her part. Either way, I’ve never heard the end of it… (probably in part because I was in high school at the time, not a little kid)
I once threatened to bite Ronald McDonald’s hand off if he took my nuggets.
I was eight and feral.
I do feel a little sorry for the poor dude on the makeup, but also he was giving me the jeebies so I stand by eight year old mes response
You went real at eight?? I didn’t get dangerous around food until I was into sports, … 14 – 15? Somewhere in there. I was like, “I’ll be your friend until there is only one slice of cake on the plate.”
This doesn’t involve food but its similar. When I was somewhere between 8-12, I was at Disneyworld and Goofy came up to give me a hug, I backed away and said no but he kept coming, so I pushed him in a fountain. Next day as we were walking through the parks the mascots all would point at me and stay away. Not long after Disney changed its policy that says mascots can not approach, they can only be approached. I doubt I was the reason, just one of them.
Food possessiveness starts early. My little sister was just beginning to learn to talk, and still partly bottle-fed, which she called “bobble”. We were on a family road trip and passed a herd of cows. Mom said “See the cows. Cows give milk for your bottle.”
Sis shouted “Cows can’t have my bobble!” and clutched it tightly.
Hmmm…I wonder if all that talk about Amanda’s mom reminded Selkie of Plo Quar and that’s what’s gotten her all pensive now.
@Dave as long as it’s up by 23:59 (11:59PM for you non-24h folks) it’s still Monday and still counts in my book!
From my misspent yoof, edited for contemporary context: “Mafia staff fishie – keepa you hands off!
…Is Selkie thinking of how her own mum can’t give her permission to go to the beach?
I think Selkie’s got a little errant pink on her forehead
I like Selkie’s expression in the fourth panel. It captures a lot
I was hoping for a comment on Amanda finding fish resistible all of the sudden.