"Oh, I'd love some!" You said. He smiled and got up, getting a piece of the pie. You pulled out the picture from your pocket, and sighed once more. Salad fingers set the plate of pie infront of you. You set the photo down and took a bite with a rusty fork. The crust was definitely had sand in it, but it wasn't half bad. In fact, probably the best thing he's made yet. "Thank you! It's delicious!" You said. "Radical." He replied, smiling.

He fiddled his fingers on the table, then saw your photo. "W-what's this?" He questioned you as he pointed out on long finger to the photo. He pressed his finger against it and slid it towards him. "Oh.. Uhm.. t-that is my family." You said, looking down. "Ah, you have a wonderful, well organized looking family." He said, looking at you. "Thank you.. they are gone, though.." you didn't see salad fingers reaction.

"Oh," He said. "I'm very s-sorry, (y/N).. I-" "it's okay." Everything went quiet. "W-what about your pa?" He questioned you. "I-" you started. "He went to the Great War." He said. You had not realize it, but he was right. "Wait.. you right!" You said, looking up at him. "Has he visited you yet?" He asked you. "They can do that?" You quickly replied. "Well, yes, but unfortunately most blokes can't make it back up to visit, due to War." He replied. "But my great brother did afew Months ago. We shared story's."

"That's.. radical." You replied to him. You completely doubted your Dad could and would be visit. He wouldn't know where you were, and the chances of your farther being one of few men to be able to visit was rock bottom. You took another bite from your pie. "Wait.." you said, thinking. "Aren't you a guy? I mean-" that was a mistake. You assumed salad was a male, yet you had no proof. "Well, yes." He replied.

You made silent sigh in relief. "Then.. if I may ask.. why aren't you in the war?" You questioned him. "Oh, Uhm... well, uhhhhhhmm.." he looked.. confused? "I.. oh yeah!" He said. "Uhm.." you mumbled. He pulled up his shirt, revealing a rather huge scar across his side. "My gosh, how, what?" You didn't know what to say. "I.. I think.. I got sliced by a.. Uhm.. Knife..?" He said. "A knife? Did that?" You questioned. "Oh my, that had to have hurt!" You shouted.

"I believe so?" He replied. "So it happened right as all boys went off to fight war?" You questioned. This must have been the case. "Uhm.. indeed?" He replied. He didn't seem sure.. but you stuck with his answers. "Did, or do you want to fight in the war?" You took another bite of your pie.

"Oh, I'd love too!" He exclaimed. You finished your last bites of pies. "Mm.. thank you Mr.Salad!" "Or.. Mr.Fingers? Salad..?" You said to yourself. "I'm so happy you enjoyed it!" He said. "Now, would you like to hit the haystack?" He questioned, getting up. You nodded. You slipped the photo in your pocket, and walked out of the dinning room.

You went over to the chair and laid down, wrapping the blanket around yourself. "The greatest night to you, chap." Salad Fingers said, passing you. "You too." You replied. He went out of the living room, and you sat still. You stared at the radio, and sighed. You couldn't help but think about the other day.. and all this together.. Like when the finger puppet spoke! That couldn't have been real... it couldn't have...

You lifted up your hand. The bite was basically gone, as it has healed almost all the way. You closed your eyes and went to sleep.

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