He thins his eyes at the mention of frosting, but she can't see because he's wearing his shades. But damn it, that's still a bit of a sore spot and he's bitter about forgetting the damn frosting. Still though, his new plan is obviously better than frosting ever could've been, so it hardly matters. He lets out a scoff when she asks that, about to reply, before she continues.

Welp.

"Of course I was," he says, a touch indignantly. "Why else would I crush up perfectly delicious doritos? These babies are my frosting."