Oh. Is that the stuff he'd heard about? He's not sure. But if it's easy to make; even better!
Esteban makes a mental note to look that machine up-- and see what they might need to make it. He's never had any himself, so he hopes he'll manage something half-decent on a wing and a prayer.
He still pretends to squint, as if he wasn't believing his azure-haired friend, before his grin returns. "What sort of candy's a candy cloud?" He's never had it personally, at least that he knows of. He wonders what kind of sweet has that name; candy would make it super sweet, but cloud? If it was a cloud cake he'd get it, but cloud candy? Candy cloud? He'll have to find out later.
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Esteban makes a mental note to look that machine up-- and see what they might need to make it. He's never had any himself, so he hopes he'll manage something half-decent on a wing and a prayer.
He still pretends to squint, as if he wasn't believing his azure-haired friend, before his grin returns. "What sort of candy's a candy cloud?" He's never had it personally, at least that he knows of. He wonders what kind of sweet has that name; candy would make it super sweet, but cloud? If it was a cloud cake he'd get it, but cloud candy? Candy cloud? He'll have to find out later.