"Shimmer, what are you eating?"
"Nooooothing."
"You're a terrible liar, you know."
"That's why I never was sent on missions."
"I guess I should feel reassured by that? So what are you eating?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. Clearly my mouth is empty."
"Shimmer."
"Alright, alright, I'm eating an eraser. Happy?"
"Gah! Spit that out!"
"You're not my mom!"
"I'm your husband, and I'm telling you that can't possibly be good for you."
"Do you know enough changeling biology to confidently say that it's bad for me though?"
"Well, no..."
"Uh huh. I enjoy the taste of this eraser, and I am going to keep eating it. So there."
"Ugh. You're weird."
"Whatcha gonna do about it?"
"Nothing, I guess."
"Ha, I win!"