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(Sorry for the confusing votes, but we were tied before (same amount of pro Matilda votes and plain continue talking votes. But I forgot to clarify. I’m going to give a chance to Matilda in this one for those who felt cheated out of my previous omission.)
“What’s your favorite type of sandwich!” You reveal in the most shocking of fashions! They’d never see this coming.
“That’s your question?” Odetta feels let down. “That’s the most boring question I’ve ever heard in my li—”
“<span class="mu-s">A hamburger.</span>” Matilda dryly interrupts.
“…?! What are you talking about? Sandwiches have sliced bread, burgers have buns.” Wilma won’t let this misinformation slide.
“<span class="mu-i">Then I don’t have a preference...</span>” Matilda will admit that she’s wrong, but she sounds dejected. You wonder why.
“What if we don’t have one?” Fiora meekly raises her hand, confused as to why this is important.
“You… don’t?” You’re puzzled.
“I’m asking in Ms. Matilda’s case.” Fiora clarifies.
“What is yours then?” You raise an eyebrow.
Fiora smiles to avoid answering.
“That doesn’t answer my question.” You frown. “In fact, everyone has utterly failed to say anything!”
“A chicken… sandwich?” Fiora says the first thing that comes to her mind.
“This is pathetic.” Odetta can’t believe she’s making it up on the spot. “I like one with smoked meat, if you’re wondering.”
“I am wondering, yes!” You write it down on your phone.
“I like Cheesesteak with some tomato slices to boot.” Wilma smiles.
“P-Peanut butter and… uh… jelly?” Fiora looked up one online.
“Fiora, keep some dignity.” You place your hand over her shoulder to make her stop humiliating herself.
“Are shawarmas a kind of sandwich?” Matilda wonders.
“Still no slice of bread.” Wilma retorts.
“Well, that’s what I like.” Matilda won’t pretend she likes something she doesn't like Fiora.
“How about you girls tell me your favorite meal period?” You feel like you’re getting the best results like this.
“You can say Hamburgers now.” Wilma tells the Tilda.
“But that wouldn’t be true.” Matilda crosses her arms. “Someone in my family used to make a type of dumpling I forgot the name of. I remember them being tasty.”
“Dumplings? I’d like to know more.” You wiggle your eyebrows.
“That’s as far as I remember. Sorry.” Matilda shakes her head. “You don’t have to ask Wilma, the answer is pudding.”
“...This isn’t fair.” Wilma was thinking if it was worth it to bring up.
“Figures.” Odetta isn’t surprised. “Okay, Fiora, this is your one chance to save face. Don’t be a freak.”
“I enjoy my tartufo with a cup of hot tea.” Fiora talks about a dish everyone has to pretend they know about.
