there needs to be an event where all they can do is sing their frustrations at each other
[The audacity for wasting a perfectly good opportunity. Let him school you on the art of "I DO WHAT I WANT, SEBASTIAN!"]
Wrong. You of all people [hah! get it? people?] should know what happens to chocolate when it sits out too long without being refined. [He's not about to eat clumpy chocolate, have you lost your mind?] All of the previous instances have resulted in unfavorable circumstances for me. This, on the other hand...
[Also, did Sebastian just offer to bake him a measly cake, if only he'd resist and turn his back on the fountain of youth euphoric sweets that's spread out like a miniature lake of destiny before them? Is that what they're doing here? Just because he traded Sebastian his soul doesn't mean he's that much of sucker trading chump.
He shakes his outstretched hand once in impatience and when Sebastian doesn't move fast enough, decides to go common style after all.]
Fine. [Removes his gloves and cups one hand above the delish lake of calories, making it like he's about to slurp his way to paradise. Just be glad he's not plopping down into the pool until the chocolate top reaches his mouth instead. Definitely wouldn't need a spoon at that point.]