[ Hey, he won't call out the slip there if you won't! ]

Man, you're killing me here, Angel! [ Not that he seems particularly offended by the thought. Not in the least when he licks his dry lips and closes his eyes. ] Mom was terrible at cooking, but when it came to upside-down breezeberry cake? You should'a seen how fast that sucker was gone. Didn't last an evening.

[ There's more than that he wishes for, of course, from home. But they al- well. Some do at least. Still, he huffs something of soft laughter, weak as it may be. ] And cactuar, itself, isn't a flavor. At least not anything I think anyone would like. They're just shaped like 'em.