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[color=lightgray]Scrambled eggs were one of the best ways to enjoy the gift to humanity that chickens had long bestowed. Hearing that the girl that was sitting in front of Charlie was rather disheartening and a bit of a tragedy to him. But, everyone was entitled to their own opinion, as much as he may have disagreed with it. There was nothing stopping them from expressing it. However, Charlie wanted to err on the side of caution and nod accordingly, before picking at his eggs again and eating them. But at the same time, how could someone [i]not like eggs?[/i] Unless they were allergic, there really was no reason to! 

Looking up at Talya as she asked about his life, he blinked twice and chucked a bit. Now Charlie wasn't one to involve himself in petty school drama or anything of that sort. So no, nothing spicy was going on in his life if Talya was. Well, that was a lie. Charlie looked down at his red-tinted eggs, before putting the last bite in his mouth and swallowing. [color=73c2fb]"Yeah, I guess we could say there's something spicy in my life right now."[/color] Charles grinned, [color=73c2fb]"The bottle of Tapatio I poured on these eggs was pretty spicy."[/color]

Charlie didn't think Talya heard any of that, as the bell had rung just as he got to the joke. He was just about to get up and put his tray away before Talya plucked his hand away and scribbled something into it. It took him by surprise, before she said her goodbyes. [color=73c2fb]"Right, see ya, Talya."[/color] He replied. Charlie picked up the tray in one hand and putting it against his hip. Charlie opened his other hand, looking at the number that was scribbled on his hand. [color=73c2fb]"Huh.... is that an eight.... or....?"[/color][/color]