Mitile: What’s your favorite kind of cake? I’ll bring it to you if they have it.
Owen: It's made of utterly crushed up red fruits, loaded with piles of sugar, and simmered down until it’s like an open wound that's just recovering.
jam ^
Owen: I like cream too. The slimy, fluffy stuff that sticks all over your hands. I’d compare it to....
Mitile: Y-you don’t have to compare it to anything. I’m good.
Owen: I want to stuff my mouth completely full with it. So it’ll spill out of the corners of my lips when I close them.
Owen: I like the stuff that's drenched in sweet rum, too. Wonder what that's called.
Owen: It's made of utterly crushed up red fruits, loaded with piles of sugar, and simmered down until it’s like an open wound that's just recovering.
jam ^
Owen: I like cream too. The slimy, fluffy stuff that sticks all over your hands. I’d compare it to....
Mitile: Y-you don’t have to compare it to anything. I’m good.
Owen: I want to stuff my mouth completely full with it. So it’ll spill out of the corners of my lips when I close them.
Owen: I like the stuff that's drenched in sweet rum, too. Wonder what that's called.