When Todd and Blake entered the kitchen, Jay was already at the table, awaiting his breakfast. While he waited, he apparently thought it would be a good time to masturbate. Todd turned away, disgusted, then marched over to Uncle Marc, who currently standing in front of the stove, cooking food.
"What the hell did you do to my friend?" Todd demanded. "He was fine yesterday. But today he's nothing but a sissy limp-wristed fag!"
"Hey," Blake uttered, not liking Todd's choice of words. After all, he was beginning to believe that he himself was gay.
"You want to know?" Marc asked, turning towards his nephew.
"Yes, I do."
"Well, I suppose I should tell you. You are family, after all. And this is a family legacy."
"Family legacy? What the hell are you talking about?"
Marc turned off the stove, then escorted Todd out of the room with him. "I'll tell you. But only you." When they got far enough away from Blake and Jay, Marc then began to tell his nephew about his food and the transformative properties they had, and how the information to cultivate those foods had been passed down through generations of their family.
"That's why he's like that?" Todd asked, now knowing that Jay looked and acted like a twink because he ate a bunch of the pickles.
"That's right," Marc said. "I told him that they really weren't for him, but he went ahead and ate them anyway." It wasn't a total lie. After a moment of silence, Marc then asked "So, what do you think?"