[He pokes through the sandwich without even letting her set it down first, opening the bread and prodding at the contents as if he's certain it will jump up and bite him. Which, in a sense, it might. He's had several botched poisonings come his way over his adolescence. Once an unlucky maid had even died.
At least this looks acceptable. He's not the best at judging these things, but he reasons that if he dies it won't really matter anyway. After reaching that conclusion, he takes the sandwich and balances the plate in his lap.]
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At least this looks acceptable. He's not the best at judging these things, but he reasons that if he dies it won't really matter anyway. After reaching that conclusion, he takes the sandwich and balances the plate in his lap.]
I don't drink milk, I'm not a baby.