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Remus: You know what sounds good to make right now?
Virgil: The fact it’s you asking this- is not exactly comforting.
Roman: I wholeheartedly agree with Hot Topic on that one.
[Janus is over here sipping some ‘soup’, totally not interested in what’s happening. Totally.]
Logan: ... go on.
Remus, gleeful as always: Yellowcake!
Patton, hopeful: Like... baking? Oh, I’ve got this really tasty chocolate icing recipe I want to try out and-
Remus: NOPE. Well, unless you’re talking about an oven the size of The Big Apple.
[Roman and Virgil look hella suspicious.]
Logan, curious: What are you-
Remus: I’m talkin’ spicy rocks! The stuff named after Ur-anus! Your own personal Fat Man!
[Everyone except Janus and Logan look at Remus mortified.]
Logan: ... I’m curious as to how you would go about doing that.
[Everyone stares at Logan now.]
Logan: What? Nuclear chemistry and physics are legitimately fascinating.