can you write a fanfic about graham eating potato smiles
for you, dear, i’d do anything -grigor; nancy drew labyrinth of lies
Graham Ness Payser considered himself to be a man of great taste, his estate decorated with high class furniture and his wardrobe consistently tailored to perfection. He prided himself on only drinking the finest oil, only indulging himself in the most lavish of things, and definitely never enjoying anything that Toons enjoyed. But when Flint approached him with a grocery bag and a hopeful look, Graham couldn’t help but fold completely.
That’s how the two Cogs found themselves in the kitchen in the dead of night, a baking tray clutched in Graham’s hands as he held it up while Flint arranged the frozen potato smile fries on the tray.
“Hurry up, my arms are falling asleep!” Graham complained loudly, his metallic fingers flexing around the tray as he tried to adjust his grip for any sort of relief.
“Patience.” Flint replied simply, finally tossing aside the now empty potato smiles box. It was at that moment that both Cogs realized that they hadn’t thought to preheat the oven, a faint metallic creaking as they both turned towards the appliance.
“Wait, Flint, we didn’t—“ Graham started, earning a quiet huff from his companion. Slowly, Flint turned towards Graham, his expression one of someone who had come up with a genius yet stupid idea. Without a word, Flint grabbed Graham’s arms and adjusted him so the tray of potato smiles was now hoisted over Graham’s head, his hands balancing the tray flat on his splayed palms.
“Flint, what are you— Hey! Watch the hair!” Graham shrieked as Flint heated the potato smiles with his snout-like exhaust vent. Flint backed off with a smug look once the potato smiles had turned a golden brown colour, the snack now perfectly crisped on the outside. With much grumbling and complaining from Graham, the tray was set on the counter, the pair standing over the tray as they both studied the strange snack.
Graham was the first to crack, swiping a potato smile with a quick snatch. He brought the treat to his mouth before biting down, relishing the faint crunch of the crispy outside. Flint followed his lead once he’d seen that no harm had come to Graham after eating the potato product, shoveling a few of the potato smiles into his snout-like facial feature (one of the downsides of not having a mouth).
Within five minutes, the entire box of potato smiles had been demolished, only crumbs and grease lingering on the tray. The pair stared at each other in a mixture of shock and amusement, before Graham dug into his pockets and pulled out a handful of Cog Bucks.
“More.” Was all he said, shoving the bills into Flint’s hand, grinning as Flint got the memo quickly and headed out in search of another box of potato smiles.
Fin.
(ok it’s short, they’re cogs, they eat potato smiles, graham becomes addicted to the taste, the end. this was fun to write but also insane bc i had to add flint in bc HOW IS HE GOING TO GET POTATO SMILES ALONE)
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