Dean Thomas (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} artistdean) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"No, not really. I think it's meant to add moisture but I never really found that. It's sort of like how carrot cake doesn't really taste of carrots. Mind you I possibly just put too much flour or something, given my baking habits I wouldn't be surprised." He shrugged. Those cupcakes hadn't gone well and he'd not bothered trying again when he had so many other options.
When Justin mentioned responsibilities he took a breath to point out kissing attractive women wasn't exactly a responsibility so much as an indulgence, but honestly that had only delayed him by a further ten minutes. He was already going to miss most of dinner.
"Oh, you know, paint splattered, not bad though," he couldn't help but break into a slightly more smug smile for a few seconds, before he bit his lips. He could feel the smile breaking out around the corners, and relaxed back, taking a sip of his drink to try and cover it.