Howard shrugs one skinny shoulder. "I don't even notice. I mean, I guess a Hawaiian pizza kind of sounds nice in theory, but I don't know. I think I've totally nuked my taste buds or something. At least you don't have to chew the slop."

Hey, at least it isn't a judgment face. Howard can put up with a hesitant smile and a shrug better than he can with judgment. He's gotten enough of that lately, from people who've killed, even. "If I promise not to join any roving Stacy gangs, do you promise not to try and reform me? I've already got like, five people on my case."

Howard's smirk disappears and he bites his lip. Whoops.

Finally, he puts his fruit down - not something he does lightly - and places one hand over the other, both facing down, with his thumbs out. He waggles his thumbs a little, the universal symbol for 'oh God here have an awkward turtle', a sheepish, apologetic expression on his face. "Sorry, man. Didn't know. Mine just disappeared."