Mmh- no. I’m not eating the cookie dough. You’re hallucinating that. I would never do anything like that, no way.

Geno had a bit of cookie dough on the side of his mouth, and was holding the mixer behind his back, glancing around the room to avoid looking directly at you. He was a pretty bad liar, but he wasn’t trying super hard to cover up what he was doing, as he spoke in a sarcastic tone.

Pssssh. You might be seeing things. I’d get that checked out if I was you, honestly. Couldn’t hurt.