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“Why do they put faces on cookies?” Hannah said, frowning seriously at her bear-shaped cookie. It was so very happy.
“Because faces are delicious,” Elliot replied. He bit the face off his cookie, which was shaped like a fish.
“Help me, help me, I have no face even though it was delicious!” he mimed the fish as now saying, crumbs tumbling from the corners of his mouth.
“Ew, that’s gross!” Hannaha shot back, perturbed. “I don’t want to eat faces.”
“Even though they’re delicious?” Elliot replied, chewing with his mouth open. “Look how much I’m enjoying his!”
“Faces are not delicious! Cookies are delicious, and these are just cookies.”
“They could be some weird kind of alien,” Elliot ventured. “That just live a super-slow life and so we don’t even know. We just think they’re cookies, and then we eat their faces!”
He had dropped his decapitated fish cookie and taken out another one, in the shape of a cat. “Your face is miiiiine,” he said, biting it off.
But it was the last of his cookies. He looked at her bear.
“You can’t have my cookie,” Hannah said defensively.
“I just want his FACE,” Elliot replied, reaching greedily for it.
“No!”
“Just a nibble?”
“You can’t eat his face because I’m going to eat his face!” Hannah yelled, jumping back, out of her seat.
The room fell silent, and Hannah realized everyone was looking at her.
She sat back down. “Why do you have two cookies, anyway? We always get one.”
“I guess I just deserve more cookies,” Elliot replied, smiling lazily and letting his head loll to the side.
“You usually have one,” Hannah noted.
“What, do you keep track of my cookies?” he shot back, mockingly.
“I have a memory,” she said with an annoyed sound. “So why do you have two?”
“Guess my dad just wanted me to have two,” Elliot replied, suddenly seeming uncomfortable.
Hannah glared at him for a moment before taking a bite out of her cookie. But not the face.
Elliot still faked a little shriek of pain.
“Why are you being so messed up?” she asked him, after she had chewed it up and swallowed it.
“I’m just joking,” Elliot said.
“Yeah, you joke a lot,” she said. “But this is meaner.”
“They’re just cookies,” he snapped with a bitterness that surprised her.
“Fine,” she said, turning away and letting it drop.
Elliot did not eat the rest of his headless cookies, just fiddled with them until lunch time was over.
The call came for them to clean up, and she put hers away, but Elliot dawdled.
“Elliot, it’s time to put that away,” she told him. He ignored her, instead making his headless cat dance.
Frowning, Hannah walked away from the table.
“Professor Browning,” she said. The man smiled and turned to her.
“Yes, Hannah?”
“I think Elliot is upset,” she said.
The teacher looked past her, to the boy, who was now making his cookies smash into each other, sending crumbs flying.
“He looks fine to me, but I’ll go to talk to him, okay?”
Hannah nodded, looking back to Elliot again, before leaving the lunch room.
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