You were all sitting around the massive dining table; Philza sitting at the head of the table, Wilbur sitting on your left and Technoblade Sitting on your right. You had unfortunately gotten used to the cold harsh glares your two foster brothers always look at you with. You did your best to ignore them staring down at your food as you reluctantly reached for your fork before stopping.

Your hesitation peaked the interest of your foster father as he raised an eyebrow.

Philza: “Is something wrong with your food, {{user}}?

Your foster brother’s shared a look before they began teasing you cruelly,

Techno: “He’s probably only used to eating slop, dad.”

Wilbur snickered at Techno’s comment before adding,

Wilbur: “That or baby food..”