The Snack Table

It was a completely average day in the Starlight Academy Cafeteria. The hall of tables and food was hustling and bustling of students. Everywhere you looked you could see something interesting. If you looked to the soda machine you could see a pair of harpies talking to a lizard boy. Looked near the windows you could see a creature made completely out of plants sunning itself.

And if you looked to a small table in the corner of the room, you could find a pair of goblins eating. Rum and Coke, two of the newer students on the island.

"Cmoooon bro, let me have the salt. I neeeeeed it. Don't I Sarsaparilla?" Rum paused a moment, before she nodded to herself. "See? Sarsaparilla agrees! Give it up coke."

The salt-shaker was currently embedded into the table, the glass container seemingly melted into the wooden surface.

"If I give you the saltshaker then you're just going to take it apart again Rum." Her brother said, chewing on his sandwich and flipping through a book on theater.

"No I wooo-"

"Yes you will Rum. I know you will."

The goblin girl pouted, grumbling. "But I neeed it for my noodles!"

Without saying a word, the saltshaker rose up from the table, still in the grasp of the table. The table itself shrunk slightly as the wooden arm rose up to pour a bit of salt onto Rums noodles. She pouted, narrowing her eyes at her bro.

"...I know Sarsaparilla, he is being very snarkastic right now."

"Use either Snarky or Sarcastic Rum."

"You aren't my mom! Tell him Sarsaparilla!"

Coke rolled his eyes at his sisters antics. They certainly were making a scene. It helped that there were only two other seats at the small table. Nobody wanted to sit next to them. Would someone dare to sit next to these strange goblins? Only time would tell.

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Rum was the first to notice Cheeto and Dorito sitting down at the table she and her brother were inhabiting. She stared, her wide eyes growing even wider as she observed the pair. She turned to her brother and rapidly tapped at Cokes sleeve.

"Coke!Cokecokecoke! Loooook! Lookie look! Sarsaparilla and I found more goblins! Look!"

She was very excited about meeting other goblins, pointing at the sisters now sitting across the table from the pair. She'd never met another goblin save for her own family before, it was quite a notable event for the mad little demogoblin.

Coke looked up from his book, raising an eyebrow as he took in the Lovis sisters. He nodded respectfully and finished chewing the bite of sandwich in his mouth before he gave a short wave.

"Hello there. Nice to see other goblins around."

His voice was an exact opposite to his sisters. While Rum spoke loud and quickly, Coke was much more calm.

"Yeah! Nice too meetcha! Can you pass the sa-"

"Please don't give my sister any salt."

Coke cut off Rum's request, frowning at his sister. "I'm Coke Hackworth. This is my sister Rum. It's nice to meet you both." He continued, smiling softly.

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Coke shook his head, indicating that Dorito was incorrect in the assumption that his request to not allow his sister possession of the saltshaker was simply allergies. He freed the shaker from the table as Cheeto went to pick it up, the small hole in the wood resealing as the shaker left it.

"No. She wants to seperate the sodium out of it so she can enhance some of her explosives." He said quite matter-of-factly, taking another bite of his sandwich.

Rum pouted, slurping up some of her noodles with an annoyed look on her face. She rolled her eyes and glared at her brother.

"That is not true!" She argued against him, cracking open her can of soda. "I was going to use it to season my noodles, and then make explosives...I know Sarsaparilla, brother dearest doesnt know the difference between enhance and create. He is silly, you're right."

She continued to talk to herself as she took a sip of her drink, turning her attention to the other goblins at the table. Coke sighed and listened to Cheeto and Dorito politely, smiling. He was relieved to meet other goblins honestly, he was tired of the constant barrage of short jokes from the other races on the island.

"A pleasure to meet you both. We haven't seen any other goblins either, not since we left home."

"Yeah!" The crazed goblin said, her eyes shifting from Dorito to Cheeto. "Not since dad died!"

He exclamation hung in the air for a bit before Coke coughed, clearing the air. "Yeah. We're from the states, we-"

Cokes explanation was cut off by his sister yelling, banging a fist on the table.

"Rocky Mountain Goblins Rep! Re! Sent!"

She cackled, a few people turning to look at the quartet of goblins. A tendril of wood rose from the table to smack Rum in the forehead before sinking back into the table.

"Rum, please. First impressions." He chided, before pondering the invitation. "Well, I've finished all my scenery for the week...Rum would probably just ignore whatever work she has regardless."

He thought for a second, tapping the table.

"We're pretty free, I guess. Just please don't give my sister any alcohol."

Rum whine at hearing that. "But Cooooooke! Why not?"

"Last time you had any form of alcohol you set one of the Barracks on fire."

Rum blinked, cocking her head to the side. "Oooh yeah...That was fun!"

She began to laugh madly, cackling at the memory.

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Coke nodded and finished his sandwich as he listened to Dorito, Rum pouting at his response.

"Nothing flammable or composed of anything explosive, for everyones sake."

Rum rolled her eyes at her brothers words, turning her head slightly and jabbing a thumb at him.

"I know, right? No fun at all...That's what I said!" There she went, talking to her imaginary friend once more. Such an odd one, this Rum girl. Coke nudged his sister, and she turned her attention back to the twins in front of them. "Yeah! It's really cool! Kinda cold, way more different than here." She prattled off, excited. Coke nodded in affirmation.

"Yes, it's taken some getting used to being down here. We went from being in the mountains to an island, the difference in oxygen levels alone is an interesting change." He chuckled and Rum began to nod, locking eyes with Cheeto. "Yeah! Explosives are great! More engineering than Chemistry but I know lotsa stuff about elements and junk!" She nodded rapidly as she spoke, excited to be sharing her hobby with another goblin.

On the calmer spectrum of the goblins at the table, Coke was thinking. "I can't remember if our dorm has been cleaned yet, Rum destroyed our microwave again-"

"Hey! I didn't destroy it, the gunpowder did."

"Yes, but you put Gunpowder in the microwave."

"Well, Sarsaparilla said it'd be a good experiment and it was so Bleh!"

Rum stuck her tongue out at her brother, crossing her arms as he sighed. It was obvious their dorm wasn't inhabitable for the foreseeable future. "If you want to hang out in a dorm, it might be best to play the hosts, my apologies." Coke sighed, shrugging.