Carlos made a valiant effort not to snort. “You can TRY,” he said and swiftly touched the tip of Magnus’ nose with the celery, leaving a dot of ranch about half the size of a dime.
Magnus still wasn’t sure how they felt about ranch dressing. It was flavorful, certainly, but it didn’t need to be on all the vegetable, “You just wanted to watch me lick the creamy stuff off, didn’t you?” they giggled
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The Perfect Scientist 