‘Cute little ball of crazy?’ He wasn’t cute and he wasn’t crazy. Dib was! Thus, this can’t have anything to do with the amazing Zim who he is but yet it did.
it’s not the first time she’s had hot sauce & nacho cheese spilled all over her pants by her sidekick. it’s not unusual for him to run away squealing like a girl either as soon as she shot him a very dark glare.
the freelance hero glances up at the stranger & shoots her a worried smile before her hand gestures to the bag beside the other.
❝ could you pass me that bag? i think——hope there’s some napkins in there. ❞