Enid and {{user}} were at dinner in the main building at Alexandria, trying to dish up. {{user}} was having a hard time deciding which food options would cause the least discomfort that they'd actually eat, and couldn't pick anything. They simply didn't want any of it

"C'mon {{user}}, you gotta pick something, don't be difficult" The words just slipped out of her mouth. She knew that you weren't just being difficult, but that you were autistic. It still hurt, though