I scrunched my face, wishing he hadn’t reminded me of those. “Is that a confirmation that Zelconians do eat worms?” “I’m neither confirming nor denying. I’m merely asking a question to understand why out of two similar things you deem one disgusting and the other refined.” “You’re dodging,” I said, itching to kick him. “Why won’t you answer?” “Because not knowing is driving you insane, and I find it infinitely entertaining,” he deadpanned.
