Spoons.
Really, it was a thing that had bothered Daehyun more than the actual flying. No matter how much he'd thought about it, he couldn't find a valid reason for which they'd need spoons for a flying lesson. Unless it involved them being fed, which he wouldn't mind at all. He was all in for a snack. Or a seven-course meal, whichever worked just fine.
"Good afternoon, professor," he said, smiling at the man, before his eyes fell on the box of eggs.
Then he thought about the spoon.
Which could hold an egg.
...
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. No. Nuh-uh. |