“Just so we’re clear, I loathe you like cancer right now.” Grimm nodded. “Clear.” “Should you get ghosted in this fool’s endeavor,” Diesel continued, “I refuse to mourn your death. In fact, I will throw a party with colored hats and cake for all.” She looked at Grimm sidelong. “Do you hear me? Cake.” “Understood,” Grimm said. Diesel nodded, gunned the motor. “…Will it be strawberry?” he added a moment later. Diesel closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath.
