Boris smirks wickedly. He won’t disagree, but then again they are all ass’s to each other on this team. Just in different ways “It’s not.” Boris pauses for a second. “Are you peanut butter because you’re nuts?” Boris laughs noiselessly at his bad joke, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to keep quiet.
He glances down at Boris, giving a curious look. “It’s not? What, have you had a strawberry jam sandwich before?” If it were toasted, he supposes it wouldn’t be so terribly bad. A snort escapes him and he rolls his eyes, reaching around to pinch him on the side for that. “Obviously. Between this team, Kai and Balkov, no wonder I’m fucking nuts.”