[Iggy looks absolutely crushed by this reaction. Tears actually spring to his eyes.]
Do. You not like tacos? I'm flexible on the reception dinner.
[But he has to pause and consider this extremely fair question.]
I don't remember taking anything. At least not today. I remember waking up on a train, and then there was a big crash, and I hit my head. I was looking at some sort of spill over that way.
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Do. You not like tacos? I'm flexible on the reception dinner.
[But he has to pause and consider this extremely fair question.]
I don't remember taking anything. At least not today. I remember waking up on a train, and then there was a big crash, and I hit my head. I was looking at some sort of spill over that way.
[Vague gesturing. He brightens, smiling sunnily.]
I'm Iggy! What do you like to be called, sweetie?