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Hmm... well, I guess I could try. Strawberry shortcake counts as a fruit, right?

[There are tons of desserts in the bakeries. Rich is going to buy all of them. And then stuff every last one in his face.]

No, it doesn't.

[He is so tired. He follows Rich down to the nearest bakery, barely taking any notice of his surroundings- which is the opposite of how he usually operates. Right now though, he doesn't think he can process everything.]

Nah, totally does. It's got berry right in the name!

[It's fine. Rich is more than content to process for Connor... and gather up a dozen cupcakes and other sweets while gaping at every other strange confection the shop offers. When he goes up to pay, he asks the shopkeeper if anyone in this world is bothering to sell potato chips.]

[Connor can't be bothered to argue. He looks around idly as Rich gathers up his treats, and follows him to the counter in a bit of a daze.]

That's a lot of calories.

[He proceeds to start informing Rich of exactly how many. He doesn't expect it'll make a difference, but he can say he tried.]

Is it really? Wow, Connor, tell me more!

[Rich seems to know there is a lot of calories in what he's about to eat, but he doesn't really care. Honestly, if Connor keeps this up, he may get annoyed. God knows it's not the first time a computer has tried to police what he eats.]

[Connor's lips set into a hard line.]

Fine, don't let me stop you from making bad decisions.

[But Rich is probably going to regret it later when he's eaten everything and feels sick.]

No, I won't let you. There's this thing called freedom, Connor. Means even if I make a bad decision, it's no one but my own. So you're just going to have to deal with it, alright?

[Rich huffs as he finds a bag of cookies that he wants to purchase, putting it on the counter nearby.]

Fine, but don't complain to me when you feel ill.

[He keeps his mouth shut as Rich piles up more treats. Fine, he's a grown adult. He can buy his own junk food with his own money and deal with his own nausea like one.]

I won't feel ill and if I did, I wouldn't complain to you. You really don't get the idea of treating yourself once in a while, huh?

[He asks over his shoulder as he pays for the treats, already taking a bite out of one of the cookies.]

I guess I don't.

[Again, he can't be bothered to argue. He can't be bothered to do much of anything. He just wants to lay on the floor again.]

[It's okay, Connor. Rich is actually nearly done. He looks at his haul and hums for a moment before nodding.]

This is probably enough for now.

[For now.]

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