Can’t, dipshit, they’re nonrefundable.

[He doesn’t respond for a bit, busy stuffing his face full of noodles and slurping kind of loudly. After he swallows, with some interest he says:]

All the time, huh? How spicy are we talking here, the kind with a little kick or the kind where they make you sign a waiver so they’re legally not responsible for burning your fucking tongue off?