[ faye is no stranger to spectacles or displays of bravado, both engaging and bearing witness in equal measure. she watches with a thin varnish of coolness, seemingly unperturbed by the implications that he may or may not have been accused of murder before. the suggestion either eludes or it intrigues, in some small measure. tenma can only guess which is it. ]

Don't I know it. [ chaser cookies? anything to make her forget; faye accepts the cookie matching urgency for urgency. ] 'Everyone's gonna find something to criticize, so let's just do whatever we want.' I like that. Good motto to live by.

[ in way of parting messages, pretty sure 'haters gonna hate' was unintended, and the same goes 'yolo' or any variation thereof. gone is the pinky finger diplomacy; tenma can hear the #cronch a mile away. ] Not bad. Stick with making cookies.