[Salty...root beer? Keith's already not sure about how great it is, but they probably wont be visiting that stand tonight. Unless Lance decides he wants dessert...]
Can't he make you a cheeseball ice cream?
[Which, of course, sounds completely vile, but it may make Lance happy...so...]
Don't wanna talk about it.
[On the other hand, he doesn't know anyone in his district by name (minus Riza) and he doesn't care to. Most of what he ends up tangled up in (why do these women seem so intent on roping him into weird samples/diagram discussions/etc) aren't worth repeating for any reason.
It's a typical response, not at all prompted to elaborate by that tender bit of affection, hmph. His eyes have closed by this point, the temple-nuzzle-thing calming enough.
He's taking for granted he won't be lead into a pole. Character development.]
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Can't he make you a cheeseball ice cream?
[Which, of course, sounds completely vile, but it may make Lance happy...so...]
Don't wanna talk about it.
[On the other hand, he doesn't know anyone in his district by name (minus Riza) and he doesn't care to. Most of what he ends up tangled up in (why do these women seem so intent on roping him into weird samples/diagram discussions/etc) aren't worth repeating for any reason.
It's a typical response, not at all prompted to elaborate by that tender bit of affection, hmph. His eyes have closed by this point, the temple-nuzzle-thing calming enough.
He's taking for granted he won't be lead into a pole. Character development.]