I turn to look at Benji. He’s appraising me with his arms crossed. “Like that?” I ask. “Yeah. Though I’m pretty sure Cheeto could have done it faster.” “Who’s Cheeto?” “Cheeto’s the tortoise.” “You named your tortoise after a cheese snack?” I ask, slightly out of breath. “What would you name your tortoise?” “I don’t really—” “Yeah. Thought so. Get back over there.” He points again.
Lol he's snarky as an old man
