Even if she'd properly sent him an annoyed look, it wouldn't have fazed him much. That's the usual reaction to his nonsense.
"I don't know, I never deal with fondant. It kinda always tastes like food coloring to me." Miles shrugs. "Maybe you can just peel it off?"
When she asks about his birthday, he winces just a little. "March 31st. I've technically had two here already, but I don't want to count them." Turning 30 while in some weird interdimensional city? Not exactly how he'd pictured it.
Then again, he hadn't really expected to live to 30, given the fact that he regularly pissed off a megacorporation back home.
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"I don't know, I never deal with fondant. It kinda always tastes like food coloring to me." Miles shrugs. "Maybe you can just peel it off?"
When she asks about his birthday, he winces just a little. "March 31st. I've technically had two here already, but I don't want to count them." Turning 30 while in some weird interdimensional city? Not exactly how he'd pictured it.
Then again, he hadn't really expected to live to 30, given the fact that he regularly pissed off a megacorporation back home.