"Hmph. Close enough." He wasn't that old yet, but he felt it. He glanced up at just the wrong moment and then looked away, leaning back, arms folded, ears red. he sniffed, knowing strawberries and chocolate are off the menu.

"I don't like food touching. I don't get why everyone is so into smashing food together and seeing if it tastes good. It doesn't. It's just confusing. The only things that belong together are butter on bread. Everything else is just trying too hard." He wondered if that counted as desert.