A tale of adventure, thrills, magic, and heroism weaves itself on words in front of you. Everything you want in life, but not in any physical capacity. Just in book form. There's some romance stuff but it's rather hamfisted and the characters don't work well together so you begin skimming over those pages not entirely soaking in the words. As you flick over a few pages of building up to a kiss that will never happen, your concentration half-heartedly checks in with reality to hear chewing.
"Are you... What are you eating?" You remark as you spy Moonie sitting in the lounge across from you happily munching away.
She shrugs.
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"Found it."
Now your attention snaps completely to Moonie. You dart to your feet which startles her a little, causing her to swallow.
"Found it?"
"Yeah. In between the couch here."
"Why would you eat that?"
"I was hungry."
"That could be anything," You bellow as you look at the multicoloured and undefinable shape.
"It was still warm."
"How is that a reason for eating it?"
This is the final straw however. Your mental wellbeing snaps. Though, you'd figure the final piece of foundation that was your mind collapsing in upon itself like an elderly man before the flight of stairs would cause you to get angry or something of the like. Instead, you just resign to fate and go get something that would be safe to eat for the two of you.
A few snacks like biscuits, cucumber sandwiches, and a side of tea served on a silver platter for her royal highness later leads you and Moonie to an impromptu picnic in the lounge room. As soon as she has her fill of proper food, Moonie darts off to leave you to clean up. Shouts from her room can be heard all the way into the kitchen of whatever imaginary game Moonie playing.
Moonie's voice echoes clear and firm in what sounds like impression of some news reporter, "The notorious gang known only as the Dingle Wang Gang have--"
"What was that?" You shout in between snickers.
"The Dingle Wang Gang?"
You laugh again. The name alone is enough to elicit a laugh from you.
"They're a feared and powerful gang," protests Moonie as she stamps a hoof, radiating the kind of offence only certain slurs can have on powerfully socially conscious.
"In which world? The land of Laffy Taffy?"
"Where is that?" Replies Moonie with a level of seriousness that throws you off momentarily.
"The Dingle Wang Gang--"
You cut her off with a chorus of laughter that's infectious enough to get her to join in. After a while, you catch yourself enough to compose and speak once more.
"Okay, tell me about the Dingle Wangs," you ask, impossibly managing to keep straight-faced.
"Well, the whole point of the Dingle Wang Gang--"
Moonie cuts herself off to try and stifle a laugh, fails, then turns her giggles into an angry groan with the speed of a clown circus in a Lamborghini.
"You ruined my gang," barks Moonie as she slams the door.
You smile and give yourself a pat on the back for your day's work of civil service.