(ooc: These two aren't even geeking out over food or mechanics yet and they are already the freaking cutest)

[He starts brushing the glitter from the front of his shirt. The balloon cat leaps from his head and onto the ground. Apparently it is pleased that the dog balloon is no more.]

I'm fine. Mostly weirded out. But I've learned to accept that it is more or less a constant state of being in my life at this point. [Hunk has seen a lot of crap.] It could have been worse I guess. I might have misspoken earlier about them being living beings. I don't think a glitter circulatory system is a thing...but in this case I'm kind of glad it might be?

[This would be a very different scene otherwise.]

We're both probably going to be shedding glitter for weeks. What about you? Are you okay?