Estrella Corazón

"Did you really think stars were made of gas?" she asked, her voice dripping with irony. "Of course, they're made of dreams and celestial snacks."

He shrugged, floating slightly to the left. "In that case, I'm a galaxy on a diet."

"Are you implying the universe has a culinary penchant?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow from an angle only possible in zero gravity.