Summary: Paperjam has a very elegant palette for food. Ink tries to give him something, and he refuses to even try it. Ink asks for Fresh's help. Fluff ensues.
AU: On the surface
Warnings: are ya allergic to fur or smth?
Contains: fluff. Hitting ya with that fur, boiiii.
Paperjam has always been a picky eater. He did not like the taste, smell and/or texture of many foodstuffs. Most of his diet consists of fruits and maybe meat, but other than that he refused anything else.
"Oh, Paperjam, you said you were so hungry you'd shrivel away into nothingness!"
"Yeah, but I didn't want this!"
Ink sighed in frustration as he tried giving his kid some leftovers of last night-- steamed broccoli with cheese.
Paperjam hadn't even touched it during dinner, instead eating the salmon on his plate and leaving the broccoli to rot.
"You know I make it really good!"
"That's what you said the last time! It tasted like an army gym sock!"
Ink sighed and rubbed his face in frustration, "This child..."
"I'm right here, pa!" Paperjam crossed his arms.
"I'm going to make a phone call. STAY RIGHT HERE," Ink told Paperjam being going into another room to call someone who'd probably help.
Dialing the number, Ink put the phone to the side of his face, hearing it ring before there was an answer, "Yoyo, you got Fresh! Wazzup, broski?"
"Paperjam is refusing to eat something. Help?"
"Heh, the usual. Be there in a jiffy, homie!" Ink heard a carhorn honk and saw Fresh outside, who waved at him.
"How long were you there?" Ink asked through the phone.
"About a minute. Where's mah man, Ink fella brother?"
"Get in the house and I'll tell you."
The phone was hung up and Fresh parked on the side of the road. Grabbing his keys and going into the house, he was met with the sight of Ink.
"He's in the dining room last time I checked. Work your magic."
"Will do, home slice bread slice dawg."
Ink frowned at the nickname as Fresh went to Paperjam. He promised himself he wouldn't peak, but curiosity got the best of him when he wondered how Fresh got him to eat whatever.
"... I would eat that, Dawg!" Ink caught the last of that sentence that Fresh said.
"The last time my pa made it, it didn't taste too good..." Paperjam looked away from Fresh, having a slight tinge on his cheekbones.
"Ya sure, Jammy? This don't look too bad to me!"
"Well than, why don't you try it?"
Fresh shrugged and grabbed the fork, eating a forkful of the stuff, "Don't taste bad to me," He said after swallowing.
Paperjam rolled his eyes, "well, I'll only eat it if you feed me."
Fresh, still holding the same fork, dove it into the food. He held it to Paperjam's face, which he opened up his mouth and gladly ate.
Ink noticed that both Fresh and Paperjam had the same lovestruck gaze on each other that Ink used to make fun of in movies before he met Error.
'Well, that's-- That's odd," Ink thought.
