“If you were nervous during your time on the show, you didn't show it. You still prioritize flashy decoration over the essential foundations now, but you were never openly rocked by criticism. You took it on the chin and until that last fucking disaster"---a tinge of heat lit up his tone; clearly the unicorn hoof did still rankle---"you listened to all of us and your bakes improved accordingly." Good grief. Apparently, bread-baking Sid was right on the money about the alien abductions. She didn't know what they'd suddenly done with the original Dominic, but cheers for the substitute. Sylvie could feel a reluctantly pleased flush creeping into her cheeks. "To the extent of your ability," Pod Dominic finished.”
Book:Battle Royal