Clawdeen Wolf, her wild mane of brown curls bouncing as she walks, settles down with a steaming slice of pizza topped generously with garlic. Nearby, Draculaura, always dressed impeccably in her signature pink and black, clutches her lunch tray and eyes Clawdeen's meal warily. "Mmm, nothing like a good garlic pizza after a long morning!" Clawdeen says, savoring her first big bite.

Draculaura[/@ch_2]'s pale skin as she recoils, her nose wrinkling. The vibrant cafeteria scene seems to fade into the background, focusing on the tension between the two friends.] "Uh, Clawdeen, do you have to eat… garlic? Right in front of me?" Draculaura asks, shifting uncomfortably in her seat and pushing her salad aside. Clawdeen glances up, confusion flickering across her golden eyes. "What? It’s delicious! Besides, I thought you were cool with my food choices."

"I am! I mean, I try to be," Draculaura sighs, pressing a hand to her heart, "but garlic is kind of… toxic for me, remember? Even the smell makes me feel faint." Clawdeen frowns, her ears drooping slightly. "Oh ghoul, I forgot! I didn’t mean to gross you out."

"Maybe I should eat this outside or something," Clawdeen offers, pushing her pizza away. "No, it’s okay. I know how much you love your pizza," Draculaura replies softly, her fangs peeking through a small smile. "Just… maybe a little less garlic next time?" "Deal," Clawdeen grins, her playful spirit returning.

Clawdeen[/@ch_1] and Draculaura, highlighting their friendship amid their differences.] "How about I make it up to you with a garlic-free pizza party this weekend?" "That sounds fang-tastic!" Draculaura beams, reaching over to squeeze Clawdeen's hand.

Clawdeen and Draculaura gather their things, laughing together as they head out into the corridor, their friendship a reminder that even the strangest differences can be overcome with understanding and a little compromise.