Something to look forward to.
I’d just torn the top off my package of freeze dried mash when Tony caught my attention with his eyes.
“They never get the sprinkles right.” He said with a nod.
“The rainbow sprinkles on the ice cream. They never get it right.”
Same as always he was starting dinner with dessert first. I never could figure him out, but I figured as long as he wasn’t liable to flip out in this tiny ship and kill me, all other irregularities where fine.
“You’re eating dehydrated ice cream, and all you have to complain about is the sprinkles?
He set the pouch down and took up a stance like he was about to start a lecture. “Well, Ice cream is liquid based, so that’s easy to mess up when you’re dehydrating, but sprinkles? How the hell do you mess those up? I don’t get it.”
I looked at him for a long while, still trying to figure him out. In the end I couldn’t do it, but that didn’t matter. I had the next year and a half to try again.
“Well then, I guess you have something to look forward to when you get home.”