[Sorry, kiddo, it's just Mister Mal today. At least the limited mobility makes him a limited threat, right? He's actually been relatively mellow, too. Still not friendly, but a lot less snappish than he'd be if he felt trapped in the infirmary or something. Now he is only a prisoner of his own emotions in this room of increasingly awkward living conditions.
He glances toward Ethan, cocking an eyebrow suspiciously.]
Hn? No, she's out. [What, has he taken a liking to her or something? Not all that surprising, honestly. His gaze falls immediately to the containers. Did the kid bring something home from the farm that's finally more appealing than the smell of manure?]
Want me to pass something along to her? [She'll forgive him if he takes a berry or two. Probably.]
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He glances toward Ethan, cocking an eyebrow suspiciously.]
Hn? No, she's out. [What, has he taken a liking to her or something? Not all that surprising, honestly. His gaze falls immediately to the containers. Did the kid bring something home from the farm that's finally more appealing than the smell of manure?]
Want me to pass something along to her? [She'll forgive him if he takes a berry or two. Probably.]