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Lloyd: Weeeeeellllll… Morro’s not really a fan of live fish. Something about them living in water or something.
Morro: *glares at Lloyd, his arms crossed* Hey! You try getting caught in a flash flood and then tell me you came out unaffected. *playfully shoves Lloyd off his chair and out of the camera frame* If it’s a live fish, I’d probably go with something small and colorful, like a goldfish or a betta. Now sushi, on the other hand…
Lloyd: *slowly peeks his head back into the camera frame, wearing a deadpan look* Oh boy, here we go.
Morro: *not paying attention to Lloyd* I’ll eat pretty much any fish. Unagi eel is heaven’s gift to the world, but salmon and tuna are always good fallbacks. Shrimp, octopus, yellow tail, squid, roe; it’s just so good. I really want to try pufferfish too, but I’d have to leave Ninjago to get it and I don’t know how long it’d take before someone *reaches over and musses up Lloyd’s hair; Lloyd squeaks in annoyance* died of boredom without me.
Lloyd: *back outside the camera frame; his voice comes from below the camera* I-I’d be fine! I survived while you were at college-
Morro: Just barely, but that’s another story.
Lloyd: *pops up and sits back in his chair, glaring at Morro and shoving him back* -and I’d survive again if you ever went on a trip like that. Besides, this time I have friends and...extracurricular stuff to keep me busy. Nothing like when you left the first time.
*a few moments of silence go by as they both remember a time long since passed*
Lloyd: *blinks and perks up* Anyways! Catfish.
Morro: *gives a surprised cough and scrunches his nose while side-eying his cousin* …catfish.
Lloyd: *nods his head enthusiastically* Uh huh! It’s healthy, it tastes good, and it looks so ugly!
Morro: …I don’t know where to even start with that.
Lloyd: *gives Morro a smirk* I should ask mom for some takeout from that Southern place.
Morro: It’s fried!! Who in their right mind eats fried fish?!?
Lloyd: People with good taste. *pulls out his phone* Tonight is the night you’re coming over for dinner, right?
Morro: *frantically reaches over to steal Lloyd’s phone* Oh no you don’t! *his chair tips over and he topples into Lloyd, sending them both to the ground and out of the camera frame*
*sounds of a scuffle are heard until the camera gets knocked over, cutting the scene to black*