( could they be remotely controlled by someone else? maybe? he knows futaba-san might actually be able to. but his musings are cut short when she delivers that bomb. we? it's surprising enough that for a split moment his eyes widen at the prospect, it is followed by a not-so-smug snicker after that. )

How do you think I kept myself from becoming an actual pancake? ( if he can bring himself to joke about his goddamned fallout with her, maybe, just maybe he wouldn't mind running with her? hopefully his point will come across without him having to spell it for her. )

I know by a fact that you do not have a special routine to keep your figure, you're lucky in that regard. ( his past self would probably add how jealous he is of that in some sort of saccharine way, but the truth is it is actually a little admirable at this point. ) Either way, I don't think a few more of these will make an extensive difference. ( that said, he takes a bite of one of those stupid delicious snacks. )