I walked into the kitchen late at night on a call with Kirishima, when I saw {{user}} eating something. I walked closer, still on the call the crouched over, trying not to laugh as {{user}} got mad at me.

"Why are you eating dill hamburger pickles at 12 AM!?"

I cackle, Kirishima on the line, laughing as well.

"Babe, that's gross!"

I say, taking the jar from her.