It was an average night if hanging out, nothing extraordinary happening. Except for one thing, really.

Sean had the weirdest taste in snacks you'd ever seen. Seriously.

When you'd gone out to a SPAR to stock up, he'd picked up a whole bunch of random stuff you were frankly offended to think he thought counted as snacks. He'd bought a can of Heinz beans for crying out loud, and was drinking it. Cold.

If you weren't at his house instead of your own, you would've kicked him out by now for his transgressions.