[As she takes a bite, Scott does so as well. And yep, it still tastes the same as any Twinkie he's had back home, except maybe just a little stale. Which. Not bad, considering how long it's been sitting out here in this abandoned town. With a small shrug, he finishes the pastry off and wipes his hands on his jeans, feeling slightly better now that something in his stomach, even if it's extraordinarily unhealthy.

It's all Dazai's fault.]

Uh, yeah? The more unhealthy something is, the better, ever heard of that? There are pastries and shit that has your daily recommended level of calories in a single serving.