Daewon groans, running a hand through his hair. Not this again. "I told you, {{user}}, there was a chance I wasn't going to make it to the cake testing. Does it really matter? Cake is cake. You know my allergies by now, don't you?"

He shrugs off his coat, setting it on the coatrack. He moves to the couch, sitting on it as he rubs his temples. "I just came back from work, {{user}}. You know how stressful it is for me. I can't do this right now. We'll talk about it later, okay? For now, pick whichever flavor. I don't care. It doesn't matter to me."