In which Redford has had the audacity to clean out Jed’s horrible bachelor fridge, and Jed is mourning the loss of his moldy cheese:
When everything was done and cooking, Redford wandered back out to join Jed. There were even more colored marks on the maps that Jed was working on now.
“I liked that cheese,” Jed said, making Redford wonder if he’d spent the last half hour sulking in defense of his cheese.
“I could smell it from all the way down the street,” Redford protested.
“It could have been its own civilization. It was close to forming its own government.”
“It was disgusting.”
“Democracy is never disgusting.” Jed scowled.