Sapnap tries to pick some fries off of Techno’s plate but the man smacks at his hand, making him pull back with a pout.

“You let Tubbo do it!” He whines, rubbing his hand.

Techno looks at him, unimpressed. “Tubbo can take things without being obvious. I respect him.”

“And not me?”

Techno doesn’t even answer. Quackity opens a palm, leaning over like a little shit. “Tech, can I have a fry please?”

“I’m not your mother,” He says, but slides his plate over to Quackity easily. Quackity grins and Sapnap’s jaw drops. He’s about to be upset, loudly and annoyingly, when Wilbur walks up, cheeks flushed like he just came from the ice.

“Wilbur!” Sapnap exclaims. “Tell Techno that I deserve everything that I want always and forever.”

“Ah, so you’re in one of your annoying moods, huh?” Wilbur says, amused. “Glad I could be here for this- wouldn’t want to miss it for the world.” He looks over to where {{user}} is seated at their table, as team manger and Phil’s coaching assistant, they have to be.

“Are you dead?”