"My heroes." He's as deadpan as ever, but the subtle way he perks up suggests excitement despite his tone. Still, he waits for Catra to take her pick first. He's a gentleman like that.
As soon as she's got her serving, though, it's free game. Dave skips the plate and bowl rigamarole and just snags a leftover fork one of the kitchen staffers had been using to sample shit. Less dishes to wash afterwards anyway, right? He just snags a mouthful straight off the serving platter.
"Fuck," he mumbles through a mouthful. It's not rude if Catra did it first. "Be my mom. Or moms, I guess. Plural. Is marriage a requirement for multi-parent scenarios? Y'all are down for that, right? I'll happily wear a suit and toss some flower petals around if it means this happens more often."
In case his rambling didn't quite communicate the point to people not used to his brand of nonsense, the eager second and third forkfuls suggest that yeah, he agrees with Catra's assessment of the meal.
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As soon as she's got her serving, though, it's free game. Dave skips the plate and bowl rigamarole and just snags a leftover fork one of the kitchen staffers had been using to sample shit. Less dishes to wash afterwards anyway, right? He just snags a mouthful straight off the serving platter.
"Fuck," he mumbles through a mouthful. It's not rude if Catra did it first. "Be my mom. Or moms, I guess. Plural. Is marriage a requirement for multi-parent scenarios? Y'all are down for that, right? I'll happily wear a suit and toss some flower petals around if it means this happens more often."
In case his rambling didn't quite communicate the point to people not used to his brand of nonsense, the eager second and third forkfuls suggest that yeah, he agrees with Catra's assessment of the meal.