Marshall watches curiously as Allie brings another one of those… Erm, what did she call them? Hot Cheetos, to her lips. His eyes blink with every crunch of her teeth. She glances at him and raises a brow. “What? Want to try one? You might not like them, but you can try some.” He sticks a powdery white hand into the bag and pulls one of the crunchy, bright red chips out. He holds it with two fingers and touches it with the tip of his tongue. That simple taste wasn’t enough to say whether he liked it or not, so he pops the whole thing in his mouth. He chews it slowly, fascinated with the texture and taste. Allie looks at him expectantly. “Well? Do you like it?” Marshall shrugs. “I dunno. That one was pretty good.” He takes a handful from the bag and one by one pops them into his mouth. After a few more handfuls, he looks at Allie with tears welling up in his eyes. His tongue hangs from his mouth, and he fans it repeatedly. He grabs the bottle of water beside Allie’s foot and chugs half of it. He finishes it with a loud gasp, and looks to her as he returns to fanning his tongue. “No wonder why they’re are called HOT Cheetos!” Allie snickers lightly. “Aaah, I love you. You silly marshmallow.”
