[Solid advice, too. Stefan should brush aside those preconceived notions and seize the traits that make sense to him. He's been given the opportunity of a lifetime. He's effectively a blank slate that can hum an entire Madonna album (thanks, Silas), but still one that can interact with the world anew.
Pulling out a pencil, he carefully writes down on the next row, in ornate cursive that betrays his true age - ]
Lighting bolt cupcakes? [He taps his pencil against the paper.] Was that what you thought of when you got these?
[They're cute, and look a little like a bullseye when he squints, but he has zero idea of the emblem or its significance.]
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Pulling out a pencil, he carefully writes down on the next row, in ornate cursive that betrays his true age - ]
Lighting bolt cupcakes? [He taps his pencil against the paper.] Was that what you thought of when you got these?
[They're cute, and look a little like a bullseye when he squints, but he has zero idea of the emblem or its significance.]