[ Is that a weird question? It feels like a weird question, but she says it with so much flat logic he for a fleeting second, he looks between frosting and cupcake and thinks, Why the fuck am I doing this? even though he knows why. ]

It looks nice. Makes people feel good when they see it. Like you give a shit, you know? And, when they feel good, they pay more, which is sometimes the point, but not always.

[ Since nobody's paying him here, obviously. He does stop, though, and there's a moment where his instinct is to turn her down. He's not hungry (his stomach feels like it's drowning in a vat of acid, actually), and he didn't even bake these things in the first place, he's just decorating them. But the small part of his brain that's been socialized says she's trying to make him feel better. ]

Sure. Okay. [ He grabs a plate so she can put her almost-touched cupcake on it. ]