Ramona has a theory that she could probably fold herself up small enough that she could hide in a cupboard in the concessions stand, which she thinks is a pretty solid hiding spot. But she doesn't get a chance to try, because as soon as she rounds a corner she sees some limbs not-quite-hidden under the counter.
"Oh, come on," she says. "I can see you from here."
"It ain't my fault. I'm too big to fit all the way under, and it's too late to find somewhere better anyhow," Wyatt stage whispers back. When he leans halfway out from under the counter to see who's there, he has an opened mini bag of Fritos in his hand. Thank god it isn't straight ketchup.
"Well, I'm smaller than you, so scram." This seems some kind of fair to Ramona, despite the fact that it isn't. Her dislike of Wyatt probably doesn't help. She's not even impressed by the fact that he's eating a legitimate snack food instead of garbage or condiments.
He raises his eyebrows, then counters with an eloquent and well thought out, "Nope." He raises his eyebrows and shrugs, challenge issued. "You squeeze in somewhere or find your own spot."
"Fine," she says, making a big show of 'accidentally' stepping on him as she clambers up on top of the counter so she can get into one of the higher cabinets. "Maybe having a big stupid distraction nearby will help me out."
Wyatt yipes like a puppy with a crushed tail, then glares up at her while she climbs. "Maybe having a big stupid distraction nearby will help me out." he mimics in a high pitched, whiny voice.
"Stop whining or someone's going to hear you," Ramona says, poking her head out so she can look down at Wyatt from her perch. "Some of us are actually trying to win here."
Wyatt tosses a big handful of corn chips into his mouth and chews them noisily. After a moment, but without swallowing, he says, "Did'ju say something? I'm busy hiding in the spot I found first."
"First in, first out," she says as she shuts her cupboard door. It's not sound-proof enough that Wyatt can't hear her say "See if you can find something louder to chew on while you're at it."
"Oh good idea," Wyatt says. From inside her cabinet, Ramona can hear Wyatt shuffling through various snack options. "Oh man, you ever wonder why Sun Chips have the loudest bag of any chip?" The deafening crinkle that follows suggests that he has just opened up a bag.
Wyatt has quick reflexes. He demonstrates by snatching a packet from midair, tearing it open, and squirting it directly into his mouth before Ramona can return to her safe haven.
"Oh, disgusting!" Ramona declares, perhaps a little melodramatically. "The fact anyone willingly puts their mouth on yours astonishes me." She closes her cabinet again.
Wyatt spends a couple of minutes trying to figure out how to produce the most noise while slurping ketchup straight from the packets, and gets it to sound remarkably like a very sloppy makeout. "I'm just that good of a kisser."
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
"Oh, come on," she says. "I can see you from here."
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
"Well, I'm smaller than you, so scram." This seems some kind of fair to Ramona, despite the fact that it isn't. Her dislike of Wyatt probably doesn't help. She's not even impressed by the fact that he's eating a legitimate snack food instead of garbage or condiments.
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
"Fine," she says, making a big show of 'accidentally' stepping on him as she clambers up on top of the counter so she can get into one of the higher cabinets. "Maybe having a big stupid distraction nearby will help me out."
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt
Occupied! Ramona & Wyatt