[They've been together all of ten minutes and they're already going back-and-forth like siblings. Comforting, in a way—and yet here Felix is, going for his second Huff™ of the afternoon. He loves Ingrid. He does. He'd do anything in the world for her, but ma'am...]
You know that I don't like sweets. I'm not eating it.
[So there! He holds her gaze for a second, just to stubbornly drive his point home—and then he's abruptly turning on his heel? Walking the heck away from this booth before the robot can offer him another dick-shaped something.]
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You know that I don't like sweets. I'm not eating it.
[So there! He holds her gaze for a second, just to stubbornly drive his point home—and then he's abruptly turning on his heel? Walking the heck away from this booth before the robot can offer him another dick-shaped something.]
If you don't want it, I'm giving it away.