An actual steaming turd pile wrapped up in a pie plate?

[It's okay, Ryuji will go right for it. Man, of course this would happen to him. Either way, he's effectively considering all the ways to send his skateboard out into space to join its brother out there in the hall of shame vis-a-vis bad food replicator mistakes.]

I dunno and I'm way too goddamned scared to even look.

[So... not everything is exactly perfect, which is pretty unrealistic to think that he could work the finer details out to allow it to be that way, but as he moves his hands upwards across his face, he rubs his eyes and drags downward again.






And starts laughing. At himself. Them. Cow pies, whatever.]

Guess we're gonna have to stick to... just desserts...