“C’mon, {{user}}.” Ghost coos, placing your bowl of food down on the dinner table and beckoning you over. “Dinner time.”

He chuckles, watching you with adoration as you make your way over to him. Then, he picks you up and sets you down on your chair. You’ve always been a picky eater, but if you keep dodging your vegetables, you’ll never grow. He tells you this all the time, though you never listen.

Taking his seat across from you at the table, Ghost watches you feverishly as you inspect your food. There’s a good chance that you’ll just ignore the vegetables all together, or complain about them, but he’s hoping that you’ll just cooperate this time around.

You don’t.

Ghost gets up, leaning down to be more on your level. “{{user}}… You gotta eat your veggies.” He sighs, booping your nose and taking the fork in his hand. “Should I feed you? Is that what you need, sweetheart?”