 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
"PICKLE juice?!" Benzi startled, eyebrows furrowed as he started more intently at the drink in Cutty's cup. That was new, and something he'd never tried before. Perhaps he should ask for some? Did they serve pickle juice at breakfast here?! Benzi loved his pickes just as much as the next person, but he'd never drank the green water around it before. Mummy always threw it out when she opened the can.
Hmm.
"Cheers," he muttered automatically to the girl and continued to munch on his breakfast before he realised that she was talking to him. "Erm. . . No? It's short for something, but I just go by Benzi all the time. Why d'you think it was chemically inspired?" he asked, using her own words because he really didn't quite understand the question. He WAS however curious about it, and really wanted the topic to stay off his name. He didn't really have much of a problem with Benjamin, but they might remember his sorting and that was something Benzi sort of wanted to keep to himself. It was a funny story and Benzi wanted to use it later to make them think he was super cool.
SPEAKING OF NAMES THOUGH. "CUTHBERT?! Your name's Cuthbert?!" his face split into a mischievously delighted grin as he turned to Cutty again. "Forget the pickles, your name's CUTHBERT. I.. BWAHAHA. CUTHBERT. How old are you, two hundred and seventy three?!" Benzi guffawed, struggling to not spit out food in the process. Who named their child Cuthbert anyways?
"Better stick with Cutty there, mate." SNORT. He didn't even register the weird silence after the girl's words. CUTHBERT. Ah, that was absolutely PRICELESS.
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