[How wrong they were going to be. Erik followed his friend to the table, eyes still wide at how much he was allowed to take, at how much everyone was allowed to take.]
Syrup? [Erik paused, trying to remember the last time he'd had syrup, then nodded eagerly.] Yes. Yes, please.
[Spam]
Syrup? [Erik paused, trying to remember the last time he'd had syrup, then nodded eagerly.] Yes. Yes, please.