Praise Has Never Been My Strong Suit

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Five minutes later the door rang again, this time it actually was the food. Everyone sat down at the table and took their food out of the bag, they all noticed Carson only had a small fry but everyone decided against mentioning it.

Carson finished eating fairly quickly but continued to talk to everyone at the table. Phil, of course, being a dad and asking everyone how their day was.

"Wilbur how was your day?"

The brown haired boy looked up from his food, swallowing the bit of burger in his mouth before talking

"It was good! I got my math test back today and i made a 90 on it!"

"Good job! I know you'd been studying quite a bit for that, i'm proud of you."

Wilbur smiled, nodding his head and then continuing to eat. Phil next asked Techno how his day was, but the pink haired boy didn't say much. Only saying that his day was good and he beat some kid in a chess tournament. Obviously Phil was proud of Techno for winning but he knew the boy hated being praised in front of others so Phil just moved on.

"Tommy, How was your day?"

"It was awesome dad! Carson gave me a chocolate bar during first and second class exchange!"

"She did?"

Phil looked at Carson with his eyebrow raised as Tommy nodded

"How did you get chocolate?"

"Sam gave it to me."

"Why?"

Carson stared at him for a second, debating if she should tell him or not. She knew he'd make a big deal out of her doing her work but she didn't care. Carson only did it because she wanted to see Tommy smile, he had seemed a little sad this morning so when she saw his smile at the chocolate bar it made her happy. She sighed and decided to tell him anyway

"Cause i did two pages of my history packet."

Phil nodded his head

"Good job, I'm proud of you."

Carson muttered out a small thanks, waiting for Phil to move on to anyone else. Which he did, the blonde man asked Ranboo how his day was but the brown haired boy didn't say much. Nor did Tubbo when Phil asked him.

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