Safespace watched Snowflake stare at the floor as she paced around the center of the room. In a separate corner, B-Negative kept himself busy with a portable CD player and a pair of headphones hooked up to some MCR while Screentime tapped away at an invisible keyboard in the chair next to him, and in the adjacent corner, Trailblazer was fiddling around in her backpack with an agitated look in her eyes.

The virus had hit everyone pretty hard – most recently, the US had become officially infected, and the New Warriors' facilities had been caught in a red zone, leaving the newest additions to the team locked in quarantine via government-funded safehouse, the lobby of which fittingly enough resembled a hospital waiting room with only a couple chairs in each corner.

Eight chairs. One exit, locked. One fire escape, hooked up to an alarm. Two windows, both bolted shut and strong enough to withstand a nuclear blast. Behind each the five smaller doors laid one bed. Snowflake and Safespace had insisted they only needed four, but, given last Tuesday's "incident" between the two them, the old New Warriors were, to put it lightly, strongly opposed.

At this point, the only thing Snowflake could think to do was pace, and since they were taking up that much space in such an otherwise cramped room, their brother could only watch.

Now several hours into quarantine, Snowflake stopped in the middle of the room and knocked their head back.

"Ugh, I hate this so muuuch. How much longer are we gonna to be like this?"

"3 hours, 51 minutes, 17 seconds," Screentime said without looking up from his 'workspace'.

"Alright, just 4 more hours of this, and—!"

"No, wait, sorry. That was the time passed since any of us said anything."

Snowflake looked him dead in the eye – at least, they would have, had he been looking in their general direction and actually had his eyes exposed instead of hidden behind a green-lit visor; though, to be fair, it's a wonder any of them were green-lit at all. "You've been counting?"

"Yup! Set up an auto-timer. Just for funsies."

Ignoring that he'd just unironically used 'funsies' in a sentence, Snowflake cycled back to the actual question.

"So, how long is it, actually?"

"7 hours, 46 minutes, 3 seconds."

They whuffed. "Okay, well, that's good to kn—"

"—is how long we've been quiet in total!"

They looked like they were about to kill him.

"Screentime, did you know I can make an ice shuriken big enough to decapitate someone, especially at close range? And, by the way, there are a lot of computer viruses out there on the Internet; one of which, I'll bet, could even drive you to try and hurt one of us, forcing us to—"

"Yeah, yeah, jay-kay, lemmee pull up the actual time heeeere..." More clacking at an invisible keyboard. Then a pause – Screentime was frozen staring off in a seemingly random direction, his mouth agape. "Oh shit."

"What, what is it?"

"20 days, 16 hours, 28 min—"

"Three weeks!?" Snowflake clutched their head in their hands. If their hair was long enough to grab it, they would run the risk of pulling it out. "Screentime, I swear to god, if you're pulling my dick again, I'll—!"

"No, no, I'm serious!"

"You're serious?"

"Yes! I am not figuratively pulling on your literal intersexed genitals, so just keep it in your pants already! Jesus, swear to—!"

"God, three more weeks of staring at the same four walls all day!?"

"I mean, it's technically until further notice, so..." Screentime shrugged. "Could be longer."

It was in that moment that, though they stood completely still, something visibly broke inside of Snowflake that they so desperately wanted to fix – or, at the very least, pretend that it was fixed already.

"You know what? I'm fine with that! We've faced greater dangers than boredom, right? What's a few more weeks of team bonding, eh, chums?" The flourish of a fist to the air beside them and Snowflake had convinced themselves they weren't totally blowing steam out of their ass. A weak mumble of agreement washed over the room and promptly collapsed under the following silence, and everyone went right back to what they were doing – Snowflake, of course, was the exception.

Looking around the room, the cryokinetic's eyes landed on Trailblazer's plus-sized form still rummaging through her backpack to no avail. While this was nothing out of the ordinary given the backpack's supernatural nature, what caught Snowflake's attention was the realization that she had been doing it for hours now. Their curiosity piqued, the nonbinary blob in blue (a phrase they themselves relished, but then again, so did the people they hated, so... good sign? Given their general track record, probably not) sat in the chair beside her, thankful that the armrests on the chairs meant that their teammate wouldn't take up both seats at once.

"So." Snowflake leaned over their comrade's shoulder to get a better look at the backpack's contents: a gold light obscured everything inside, as always. "What would you be up to?"

Trailblazer offered little more than a side-glance as she continued shifting her hand around in the receptacle. "Trying to get it to give me a granola bar or something." A pause, the silence filled only with more rustling. "My backpack belongs to the god of agriculture," she explained. "I put a bag of McDonald's in there once for safe keeping and now all it'll give me in terms of food is burgers."

"Huh. Guess that explains..."

"Yeah?" The rummaging stopped. Trailblazer cocked an eyebrow in their direction, and immediately, whether she trailed off or not, Snowflake regretted starting a sentence at all.

"Uh..." Their mind went blank with alternative answers. They pointed a finger in Trailblazer's general direction, and since she just so happened to be holding her backpack...

"...can I try one?"

Trailblazer wasn't dumb. She wasn't exactly a genius – if she was, her superpower wouldn't be the Holy Hand-Me-Down Knapsack – but she wasn't dumb either. If her friend was avoiding the topic of her weight, then obviously confrontation wasn't worth enough to make a big fuss about.

Trailblazer huffed. "Sure." With that, she reached into her backpack and handed Snowflake a burger that looked crisper and juicier than anything from McDonald's, not to mention the sesame seeds and how evenly spaced they were. It was a detail so small it could only be noticed if it was done so exceptionally, supernaturally well.

Before they could take a bite, however, looking at the burger they felt they had to ask something.

"Wait, so, why burgers? Haven't you ever put food in it before?"

"Yeah, but now, for no reason, I have the Burger King equivalent of a Bag of Holding. Why – y'think the god of agriculture might be a redneck?"

"I mean, I guess it makes sense – the burgers, not the redneck thing. Well, maybe that too, I don't know – the point is, everything burgers are made of come from agriculture: bread comes from wheat, lettuce comes from plants, so do onions, tomatoes and pickles, cheese comes from cows which are also made into beef..."

"Huh." Trailblazer examined a second burger she'd just taken out, apparently for herself – already, that hand was slowly leaning closer towards her mouth. "I honestly never thought about it like that." She took a bite of the burger and closed her eyes. "Mmm... oh man! Eesh 'er jush... sho guh!" Even with a full bite already occupying the space of her mouth, the larger girl ripped another piece out with her teeth and got to work on both. The sound of loud chewing and lips smacking was unappealing, to say the least, but the burger itself looked and smelled fresh enough to make even Snowflake's mouth water.

'It sure does look good," they thought to themselves. One bite was all it took for their eyes to nearly pop out of their skull.

"Mmm! Oh, wow!"

"I know, right?"

They took another bite. And another. And another. And another. It was good enough that they had to remind themselves to chew before swallowing, and even then, they couldn't resist taking yet another bite in between the several they'd already taken, flooding their senses with pure pleasure.

Soon, the pair had finished their burgers and spent the next minute licking the grease and seasoning off their fingers.

Their hunger sated, but not quite, Snowflake leaned back against the wall and patted their stomach as Trailblazer followed suit.

"That was… actually really good!"

Trailblazer chuckled. "Yeah! Gods know their stuff – who'd have thought!"

"You, uh... got anymore?"

Trailblazer went from a chuckle to full-on bursting with laughter, leaving Snowflake a little confused. "What, are you serious? It's infinite!" She pulled out another burger and handed it over to her friend, the simper on her face glowing with a passive sort of sadism. " 'Got anymore' – oh, that's rich!"

Despite Trailblazer's teasing, Snowflake was just eager to have that savory taste on their tongue again.

The next few minutes passed by for them as a cavalcade of repulsive, slobbering noises: the squelching of juices and wrinkling of crumbs, but neither one of them cared. They were in a room with four other people, yet their universe had, for the time being, become much smaller and as such revolved entirely around their personal enjoyment.

While that was going down, Safespace watched his twin with morbid curiosity, paying especially close attention to Snowflake's appetite for reasons that were far less than innocent.

The relationship between them had been endlessly gossiped about among the other three members of the team before a consensus was reached that if it doesn't come up, it's not worth mentioning otherwise, and that was that; Safespace, on the other hand, had no intention of stopping at any time, and, to his knowledge, neither did Snowflake. 'Can't a man love his own nonbinary sibling in a way that's more physically intimate than familial bonds?' queried the walking pussy.

'Wait... is anyone looking at me right now?' He looked over to Screentime and B-Negative who had managed to fully occupied themselves with their respective pastimes, and while he jumped a little whenever he noticed Screentime giggling and saying "lol" or "luh-mow" every ten seconds, it looked like he was in the clear. 'Hehe, nice,' he thought with a smirk, and the ogling continued.

"Jesus Christ," B-Negative whispered.

"Whuh?" Screentime held a finger in midair where he was presumably pausing whatever he was doing. "Neg, you say something?"

"Well, it's just... look at Safespace over there. What's he even doing? Snowflake and Trailblazer are making absolute pigs of themselves and he's still getting off on it! It's disgusting!"

"Oof. Yeah, that's, uh... that's pretty cringe."

"And, like, does he seriously expect neither of us to notice when we're in the same, stuffy room we've been in for the past, what, uh...?"

"9 hours, 30 minutes, 49 seconds."

"Exactly!"

"To be fair, you're the ones talking about me behind my back right next to me." Safespace stared them down from his corner of the room, and the look in his eyes, while not one of a killer like his twin's, could still easily make them feel uncomfortable. Screentime went back to his invisible keyboard, B-Negative put his headphones back in, and Safespace shook his head before going back to eyeing up his own sibling. 'The nerve of some people,' he thought to himself.

"Oh man," Snowflake said before letting out a petite burp. "I can – oof! – hardly stand..." They shifted their legs to not press up against their distended abdomen so much.

Trailblazer casually belched into her fist. "You get used to it."

Snowflake was speechless. Their eyes bugged out at her friend who was fully focused on rubbing her full tummy like clockwork.

"This is normal for you!?"

"Well, yeah, when your major source of food is a god that makes the best burgers you ever tasted, some things just become a habit."

"Dang..." After another attempt at getting up from their seat, Snowflake finally settled in – mostly, it was to rest her aching belly, but, more importantly, it was to process this information: if Trailblazer had gotten addicted enough to those burgers that she grew to her current size of around 250 pounds, maybe pushing 300, at the ripe old age of 16, what would happen to Snowflake now that they had gotten hooked? Were they actually addicted now, in the literal sense? Did it only take one sitting to get addicted like Trailblazer? If the two of them were going to spending at least three weeks in the same crowded house together...?

They gulped.

"S-so, uh... what do you usually do when you're... occupied... like this?"

"Well, listening to music usually he—"

"Hey, B-Negative!"

B-Negative turned to face them for a second and squinted to see across the room that the both of them were now staring at him expectantly. "Yeah?" he said, holding his headphones just below his ears.

"Care to play some music for us?"

"Uh... sure." He shrugged and set his headphones down to pause his music. "Wasn't sure when you guys would ask."

"Oh, well, we were just kind of..."

"Occupied?" Trailblazer parroted.

"Yes, exactly!"

"Music, huh?" Safespace got up from his previously sacred throne to walk over to where the two were sitting, though his eyes were on B-Negative when he pointed a thumb up towards himself. "Count me in!"

Seeing this, B-Negative shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Do I have to get up?"

"Preferably, yes."

The vampire grumbled. Even without pupils, you could tell he was rolling his eyes as he stood up and sifted through the stack of CDs in his hands, the player itself shoved into his armpit.

"Let's see, we got, uh, Green Day, Smashing Pumpkins, Eminem, Reel Big Fish, Aquabats—"

"I thought you were supposed to be the goth kid," noted the extremely open-minded Safespace.

"I can have more than one interest, Mr. Look-at-me-I-love-football-and-the-color-pink."

The jock raised front-facing palms and lowered his head in defeat. "You're right. I have no room to talk."

"Thank you."

"Please continue."

"I will."

"You are valid."

"Can you please just shut up?"

The man in pink bowed silently.

"Okay then. There's also, uh... Best Hits of the 90s, 90s Mixtape, Awesome 90s Mix—"

"Running in the 90's?" Screentime chimed in.

"—okay, seriously, fuck off and stop interrupting me – Nine-Inch Nails, Bat Boy: The Musical, Astro Lounge by Smash Mouth..."

Safespace's face picked up again. "Oh, sweet, I love Smash Mouth!"

There was a gasp from the opposite corner of the room. Heads turned to see Screentime smiling like a maniac. "Dude! That's the album that's got All Star on it!"

The vampire shrugged. "I mean, yeah, but there's, like, a lot of other stuff on it too that's worth-"

"Come on, B, let's hear the Shrek song!"

"Woo!"

"Yeah, alright!"

"I'm up for it."

B-Negative groaned. "Look: I'll play this for everyone to hear if, and only if, you listen to the whole thing. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Eeyup."

"Absolutely!"

"Dealeosis!"

The CD was popped in to replace a monochromatic plastic circle, and the sound of whirring gave way to the beeping of something reminiscent of old science-fiction as the music finally started.

"By the way..." Safespace put his palms together excitedly. "What's for dinner?"

"Burgers," Trailblazer said dryly.

Snowflake sighed. "We're all gonna get fat, aren't we?" They felt a burger being shoved into their arms. An instant later, they found themselves eye-to-eye with Trailblazer within an inch of her nose, yet the devilish smirk on her face was ear-to-ear.

"Damn straight."