Jughead Jones, III (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} jugheadjonesiii) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} madisonvalley, |
Where there was food, Jughead Jones was not far behind. He loved food just as much as he loved writing and those two things came second only to Mal. He started with one plate, because he knew he could always go back for more, and took a little bit of everything. It was always hard to balance taking a little taste instead of a heaping pile, since he knew there were some things he'd definitely love and others he'd probably love.
Once he'd filled his plate as much as he could, overfilled it really, he turned to look for a place to sit and nearly bumped into someone. "Oh, crap sorry." Jug had protected his plate, so nothing had gone flying or anything there, but he did feel bad. "Did you get anything to try? It was all pretty good last time, so you probably can't go wrong unless you're allergic to something."