That brought another whole new question to Yang's mind. Ruby was a construct<em>of</em>this company. She was fairly certain that 'Ruby Rose' came into existence at the exact moment that 'Yang Xiao Long' did. Everything started to taste like copper for poor Yang, who simply waved this comment away. "Let's not cross<em>that</em>bridge unless it comes up. I'm already starting to hemmorage internally from the thought." Was it the thought of Ruby being an adult with many responsabilities, or the fact that she would be basically selling her body in both benign and otherwise manners that made Yang uncomfortable. It was weird... this girl, whom she had only known for a pair of days, was already so far engrained in her memory that she believed she had spent a lifetime with her. Because she had, basically.<br/><br/>"Well, if you're lookin' to cook, sister, you're barkin' up the wrong geranium hive. Neither myself nor Tits McGee over here can cook."<br/><br/>"Call me that one more time, I'm taking your birthday away permanently."<br/><br/>"You can't take my birthday away. It's mine." Yang's eyes narrowed.<br/><br/>"No birthday for the rest of your life. You're forever seventeen."<br/><br/>"WHAT!? NO!!!! You can't do that, Yang! I can't be seventeen forever! I'll never taste alcohol! Or be able to drive! OR DO THE THING! I WANT TO DO THE THING, YANG!"<br/><br/>"Stop calling me Tits McGee, and you can have your birthday back."<br/><br/>"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please give me my birthday back!"<br/><br/>"You really sorry?" Ruby nodded with the biggest, most epic sad puppydog face ever. Yang stared at her for a good long moment, just to make sure she was truely sorry. "Okay, you can have it back. But I'll take it again if you even<em>think about</em>calling me that again."<br/><br/>"YAY!" Ruby shouted happily. "The thing is back on the menu!"<br/><br/>"<em>That is not on the menu! Not for another year if you're lucky!</em>"