Maybe someone else without carnival or circus experience would look down on a little balloon art, and maybe, normally, Luke would too, but this was all for trying to be less of a murderous asshole and more accommodating. He finally had a slice of pizza, sort of lamenting the red pepper flakes for a moment before he just doubled the parm cheese and had at his snowy winter pizza. Anchovies and all. Not that you could tell what was on there.

"Never nuked a balloon. If it's like a marshmallow, maybe it expands and then bursts? Dunno." He sort of liked that they had a little bit of the same background though. It made him feel more together. Like there was a connection.

It was important to him to do this right. Any more time alone and he'd start talking to himself. Or starting a blog.

Or just sit on a roof and murder everyone that passed by.