[The whiplash of the mood is a little bit much, to the point where even the socially atonal L kind of picks up on it. In a perfect world, his treatise would have been followed by seamlessly rolling into the sheets with a successfully seduced partner, but the oven is on and the half-frozen food is uneaten, and here they are standing awkwardly in the kitchen with cups of tequila.
He glances around for a conversation topic, counting on his desperation to provide one quickly. He notices an odd-looking appliance and is quickly moving to lift and examine it with the hand not holding his drink.]
This is different. I don't think I saw it the last time I was here.
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He glances around for a conversation topic, counting on his desperation to provide one quickly. He notices an odd-looking appliance and is quickly moving to lift and examine it with the hand not holding his drink.]
This is different. I don't think I saw it the last time I was here.