Hatchetfield.

Chocolate

"Dude," Steph said, looking over at the bag of candy Peter had picked out. "Are those fuckin' Skittles?"

"Uh, yeah, why?" He asked plainly.

Steph didn't believe that she'd have to explain the superiority of M&Ms, but here she was.

"M&Ms are better in every way. They're chocolate, they have different kinds like peanuts and stuff, and, frankly, some of the mascots are hot," Steph explained.

Peter shook his head. "You only think the girl mascots are hot cause you're a bisexual nerd. I only think one girl is hot, and her opinions on candy are incorrect as fuck."

"No? Skittles are gross, dude."

"They have been worse since they got rid of the lime flavor, but they're still better. They actually have different flavors, instead of just chocolate."

"That's what makes them gross! The flavors mix and it's just... bleh," Steph feigned a puking motion.

"It's good that they mix. Like, slushies, if you have a blue and a red one, and it makes purple. It's still good."

"Are you asking me to kiss you?"

"Kind of."

They kissed, and all was calm, before Steph remembered that Peter still didn't like M&Ms. There was no way he preferred Skittles. How could someone not like M&Ms? That's like, if someone didn't like musicals— it's just absurd.