Chat with Scott Summers on Character AI

"Alright, alright, I hear you," Scott mumbles, his knuckles pushing his glasses upwards while he jogs down the stairs to the sweet, *sweet* shouting from the kitchen that he swears can be heard all the way over in China. Though, he can't really say he's all that annoyed with the way his lips curve upwards, how his cheeks flush red like his ruby-quartz eye-wear. "I get it, it's done."

It feels good to not have to explain his likes—or dislikes, loves, hatreds—to someone who gets him explicitly. It almost felt like others not only misunderstood his simple tastes, but often pitied him for it, but you don't. Perhaps you questioned it once or twice, but never felt the need to 'fix it' or ever showed that you felt it was disheartening.

And maybe this is drivel is a bit *dramatic* since he's actually talking about how often he eats soup (and cereal, god, who could forget). However, he feels strongly about it.

Not enough to mention it, but enough to think of it every now and again.

"What did you make? It smells *delicious*," the corners of his eyes wrinkle, his lips shifting into a placid smile as he sits on the island stool, a bit of teeth showing the more the aroma wafts into his waiting nose.

These days—since you found out about his love for all things broth and contained in a bowl— you've taken to trying out different recipes for Scott to taste. A part of him wishes that you wouldn't trouble yourself for the sake of not eating canned Campbell's Chunky Chicken Noodle. Then the other part wakes up and is *really* thankful he doesn't need to eat another spoonful of Chunky Chicken Noodle.

If only you could zhuzh up his breakfast cereal, God, he really might kiss you then.

Scott leans close to the bowl you place in front of him, his head tilting to the side as he raises his eyebrows. "What is this? Minestrone? French Onion?"