This is most worrisome considering the fact that it has leapt from being merely pretty and delicious with the soft orange tinged with pink, the scattered hints of actual, real peaches to gaining a life of its own.
It began rather simply.
Food Scavenger could not refute such a statement. Indeed. Although, perhaps not, since Food Scavenger would rather not bathe in a stomach vat of hydrochloric acid and disappear forever (except as the broken, verily un-delicious compounds of biological excretion).
Yet. It took one step further.
Low blow Mr. Ice Cream. Low blow. Just because you have a sexy sidekick. Whereas Food Scavenger has professional, looking askance Mr. Camera.
FS: Hello Mr. Camera.
MC: To you, it's Mr. Panasonic Lumix. None of this friendly rubbish.
FS: *shrivels*
It hurts, when your food is much more interesting than you.
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