“I already made icing. I told you not to buy any." "Oops," I said, taking another scoop. "Looks like I messed up again. Guess I'll have to eat this." He glanced toward me, giving a pointed look to the two containers I had set beside me. "All of it?" he asked. "Maybe if you're nice, I'll share...But considering you've already met your niceness quote for the year, I wouldn't bet on it. And you can't have any sprinkles." "There goes my reason for living." "I thought that was to make me miserable.”
Book:Dark Star