Flint nonchalantly leans against the railing of his float and observes the boy doubled over in laughter.

"Taste is quite overrated in circumstances such as these. If a strong first impression is what you seek, you necessarily open yourself to the possibility of ridicule ."

He raises an eyebrow, a corner of his mouth lifting in a sardonic half smile. "I'd say I made enough of an impression, wouldn't you?"