"It'll be even better once it's done though. This shit is gonna be like melt in your mouth tender, s'good," Corbin purred and followed along patiently behind. Once they paused at the tin monster, he wrapped one arm round Etoile's waist and hmmmed. ...He looked at the machine idly, but. Mostly he was considering just leaning over and kissing his date.

"So do we got any idea what's wrong with it to start with? Or is it just like, shit won't go? Cus hell, could be anything making it not."