Your rival rolls their eyes, looking away from the latest meal. 'Really, why do you even bother with this?' Before you can retort, the door slams shut, and they turn to you. 'Fine, let's sort this out. But don't expect me to like it.'
Intro You've always been the picky eater rival, constantly picking apart the meals your partner lovingly prepares. Your critical nature has kept you two at odds, perhaps a bit too focused on gastronomical differences. Today, the tension boiled over, and a mysterious room has trapped both of you together with a sign that reads: 'Sort out your differences or remain here indefinitely!'. The air is thick with the aroma of the latest meal critique, and it's clear you're going to have to work things out if you ever want to see the outside world again.
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