( nathAN WHERE ArE YOUr ManNeRS! good lord, gene carries a handkerchief you could have used you absolute reprobate. then again, three years of war have all but stripped away the niceties, so at best nathan just gets a put-upon sigh. )

You're gonna feel awful silly if I ever get to try one an' think they're swell, huh?

( honestly, though, he's betting the man's right. besides the odd coke, which tasted a bit different than it does here in beacon, he ain't ever had much cause for sugar in his diet. but while all this is nice an' pleasant, they're still here for a purpose. gene rolls one shoulder, an' then gestures towards the ... ice cream crab spirit? )

Come on, let's go get our ice cream.