Paintbrush and Silver Spoon were less than friends, no- they were sort of like enemies. So as a way to get back to Silver Spoon, Paintbrush managed to convince him to follow them to the Pick-Nix table. “Silver, I think you and I really need to get our relationship back on track. So why not enjoy a meal by me?” Paintbrush smirked as they started to feed silver spoon every bit.

“Ah, Paintbrush darling, I’m starting to think this is affecting my figure…”” Silver spoon spoke up as he took another bite of the food, but painty reassured him “Don’t worry about it, here, have some more~”