[ Wedge grabs the entire platter, unceremoniously throwing in its entire contents into the mixture.
At Sera's question, he places his fist underneath his chin, thinking. This feels like I'm playing along with one of Wes' practical jokes. ] We shouldn't use anything that'll alter the color too much. It'll give it away. [ Strategizing over the sneakiest ingredients to add into a punch might not be what a commander should be using their military skills for. But the gaiety's nice because it's so rare in Wedge's life.
He eyes some cakes. Spongy, with caf dust on top of them. ] How about those cakes?
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At Sera's question, he places his fist underneath his chin, thinking. This feels like I'm playing along with one of Wes' practical jokes. ] We shouldn't use anything that'll alter the color too much. It'll give it away. [ Strategizing over the sneakiest ingredients to add into a punch might not be what a commander should be using their military skills for. But the gaiety's nice because it's so rare in Wedge's life.
He eyes some cakes. Spongy, with caf dust on top of them. ] How about those cakes?