[Coming from the man who says he'll die if he has to stop talking, this silence is very eerie. Zelda brings out his sandwich, made neatly and with ingredients she knows he likes. She's learned a lot about his preferences after living with him for a year.
Still, he's a child right now, so he gets a nice cold glass of Lon Lon milk regardless!]
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Still, he's a child right now, so he gets a nice cold glass of Lon Lon milk regardless!]
Here you are.
[Being served by an elf. That must feel strange.]