IN CASE YOU DON'T LIVE FOREVER;; open - sandwich trying

[ARVID R.]

Arvid had never really been a particularly picky eater. He took pretty much anything that he could find – a habit that had started when he had been with the scientists. They had only really cared about keeping him alive for their testing, so he hadn't been given anything particularly appetizing. Nevertheless, he still eagerly consumed everything that he was given, wanting to soothe the roaring pain that never seemed to leave his stomach. Old habits tended to die hard, and he continued to take pretty much anything he could come across once he had been dumped on the island. Of course, he had far more options at that point, since he could hunt for himself instead of waiting to be given scraps. Even with this new freedom in mind, though, he had never gone for anything particularly fancy. Hell, most of the time he just consumed what he had caught while it was still raw, not really seeing the point of cooking it when his system could handle it just fine. Some claimed that cooking added more flavor, but Arvid had never looked at food as something to savor. Instead, he saw it as something to consume quickly. Something to keep him going during his day to day activities, so that he wouldn't... you know, collapse.

Needless to say, he had never tried a sandwich of any kind before, let alone a peanut butter and jelly one. He knew all the ingredients that made up the sandwich, but he had never lived in a town before joining the Coalition, so they had never really been readily available to him. He knew their properties, however, and the dire wolf found himself with a bit of an amused smile on his muzzle as he approached. Not a mocking smile, mind you. Just one of amused understanding. Ignoring Aphra's need to cause drama as usual, Arvid simply sat down and barked, his tail wagging behind him, "Peanut butter is very sticky, so it makes sense that it got stuck. I've never had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich myself, but... I hear milk can help, if you don't want things to get stuck up. I'd imagine any kind of drink would help, really. It's not that big of a deal, though, as long as you don't eat too much at once... wouldn't want to make yourself choke." That was a genuine warning for the other boy, although Arvid hadn't exactly thought things all the way through in saying it. His intent had been to comfort Ruven, but the mention of choking could very well set him off in tears once more.

i wanna be the sand inside that hourglass