[It's only his subconscious working because he's moving his free hand to cover the deeper guffaw slipping from his lips, and he tries it again. The chocolate toping was stickier than if they melted actual chocolate, but good real chocolate was harder to find in the first place. Such are the sacrifices one has to make.
He straightens his back, smiles and shows his teeth to Chuck.] How'bout now?
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He straightens his back, smiles and shows his teeth to Chuck.] How'bout now?