"I've earned it," Sonic replies, smoothing his hair from his face as he straightens himself up.

Hunter would not be the first person to crack a dirty joke at his theatrical presentation, and he wouldn't be the last. The fact that Hunter didn't make the joke makes him classier than most of the people Sonic's worked for in the past.

"I try," he shrugs, picking up a mozzarella stick and dunking it into the cup of marinara sauce. "The drawback of being so talented is that most jobs turn out to be incredibly boring. But I think I've enjoyed even the most boring jobs better than I'd like civilian life."

"What about you? Do you lead an interesting life, magical tattoos notwithstanding?"