April was unlikely to be too judgmental. Eggs were eggs. Bacony, cheesy, chiveless scrambled eggs were just as good as any omelet.
Plus, Priestly's ass, man. It was a thing of wonder. As long as she was focused on that, he could feed her eggs made with yak's milk and she'd probably be fine.
"So, you're pretty good at sex, huh."
What? It was a perfectly valid topic. ...If you were insane.
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Plus, Priestly's ass, man. It was a thing of wonder. As long as she was focused on that, he could feed her eggs made with yak's milk and she'd probably be fine.
"So, you're pretty good at sex, huh."
What? It was a perfectly valid topic. ...If you were insane.