"Kinks," Boone scoffed, as if it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. "How about... hot potatoes?" Ah, and there was a tiny, barely visible smirk. Did Boone just make a joke?
...
"Remind me to hit Veronica the next time I see her for spilling the potato thing." A pause, long and considering, even as he quirked a brow and a crooked half-smile flitted across his expression. "What if I say yes? Particularly grumpy sniper ones?"












