Nah. Can't be. [He has faith that will be shattered in five seconds.] With my hair I gotta be...gods, cherry?
[...]
Maybe orange. [...unsure about being orange sherbet or something like that, but at least it's not vanilla. With gingerbread. Which, thinking about it, is actually rather specific and he's looking at her now with dawning suspicion.]
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Maybe orange. [...unsure about being orange sherbet or something like that, but at least it's not vanilla. With gingerbread. Which, thinking about it, is actually rather specific and he's looking at her now with dawning suspicion.]