"He's not actually a jerk," Sora said, picking up his bowl of soup. "Okay, I lie. He's just Riku. He's like..." Sora thought for a moment. "A bruised fruit. The bad part is really pretty nasty, but once you learn to eat around it, the rest of the fruit is sweet and wonderful. And understanding Riku is like the Math part of the SAT's. First you're like 'what the hell?!' then you practice a lot and it comes very easily." Yeah, Riku was like standardized tests and damaged produce. "Besides...he loves me. And he needs me. And I need him. And I think that...maybe...I'm falling for him." He stirred his soup a million times while he said that before finally eating up.
"I hope there's ice cream for the pie. I wonder what kind it is." Sora commented, picking up the bowl to just drink the soup best he could.