Oh, yeah, I’ve seen this before. First it starts with spicy noodles. Next thing you know you’ll be buying a goddamn Ferrari and getting into drag races.

[To the vendor: Yes, no cashews, really.]

Oh—hey, that’s. [That makes him feel some kind of way, all right, all fluttery on the inside. He’d known the ring was gone, he’d seen the lack of it for himself, but this sets off a new flood of funny, giddy feelings.] Good for you, man, congrats on the space divorce. But I was really asking if you wanted any other kinda food.