(Yes. Yes that definitely makes it worse. Probably, it's where they are, at least.)

I'll write that down in my diary tonight. (Not that he wants to think too hard on all of this, at least not in a serious fashion. Right now, the war, and the death that came with it, was at least still something distant. He doesn't want to have to think in honest about delivering Nix's eulogy. That'd break his heart.) Chocolate frosting, and the beginning of your eulogy. I'll invite all of Easy. Maybe Sobel will come and make everyone run Currahee as punishment. I think dying is an infraction that'll make us all lose our weekend pass for the rest of the war.

(Dick arches a brow slightly towards the other as he begins to change, pulling on boxers and then his service uniform, pleated perfectly as always, lest they give Sobel something to pick on, and it doesn't take long for him to be ready to go.) Sounds like a terrible thing to serve at a kids birthday party. (He frowns for a moment.) I think we had sandwiches at mine. Mom used cookie cutters to cut them into shapes.