Classic New Mutants: The False Ballad of Ready-Or-Not and Stovepipe.

Danielle Moonstar had served it up, before she became an instructor at the school, she had come in and they were all gonna watch Magnum PI.  Paige Guthrie, Sam Guthrie, Roberto DaCosta and Danielle.

It was those miniatures, those little candy bars which seem to cost so dear, but the exorbitant cost is obviously proportional to the desire for said chocolates.  It was simple supply and demand, decided by people in New York, about products from Pennsylvania.  Lee Iococca or Bob Lutz wouldve approved, perhaps, but not Mister Ford.

Mister Ford only gave them one color, and he said famously, "you can have any color Ford you want, as long as its black."

They were advertising the Escort, incidentally, on television in those days.

Anyway.  The sweets.  The goodie.  Cannonball at the the Mr Goodbar out of the bag, and it was something about either liking nuts or specifically liking nuts in his mouth; time and circumstance confuses these things to an extent.

Paige ate the Krackle.

Danielle ate the Milk Chocolate.

Roberto, cursed by heritage and tradition, set upon, at once a child of privilege, Gideon's protege, once, set to rule about things like a rooster, was left with these quizzical red and black label chocolates.

He sat silently awhile, and after a little, Danielle let him have one of her Milk Chocolates.

Eventually, he reached into the bag, where all was left was Special Dark.  He thought it odd, but not too bad in small doses.

After a period of years, as Magnum PI became Quantum Leap, became Mad About You, became Ally McBeal, became a toss-aside Kolchak reboot, became Law and Order SVU.

Roberto "Sunspot" Decosta ate more and more of the Special Dark, becoming eventually fond through familiarity.

Once, in a doldrum of summer, they even took to Westchester, did Sam and 'Berto, styling themselves sort of a Power Man and Iron Fist, calling themselves Ready-Or-Not and Stovepipe.

But anyway, the point was, Bobby used Stoic principles, boring stuff from an old book, and that without having heard of it, kind of an idiopathic moment, an "abiogenesis", a "prometheum", generating a larger concept from a seemingly miniscule problem: he accepted reality, and came to enjoy what have been left for him after the rest were taken care for.

What was at once, a pockydoodle on the philactery galactic, became a preferred indifferent, and somewhere in Roberto's mind, the narrative had changed, even to the extent that he actually soon sought out dark chocolate: be it Dove, Hershey's, or Giardella.