[he makes a thoughtful sound. doesn't answer right away, stewing through a few things while his eyes drift lazily over the simple patterns of woven fibers above them.]
Mm-- [he suddenly sits up, reaching forward... for his tea. he forgot it at the edge of the table. he laughs a little (how silly of him) before reclining back in a slightly more upright position than before.]
I'm not sharing an ounce of it with anyone, if that's what you're wondering.
[he looks pleasantly down at his tea, as if he was still considering saying something, but ends up saying nothing for the moment.]
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Mm-- [he suddenly sits up, reaching forward... for his tea. he forgot it at the edge of the table. he laughs a little (how silly of him) before reclining back in a slightly more upright position than before.]
I'm not sharing an ounce of it with anyone, if that's what you're wondering.
[he looks pleasantly down at his tea, as if he was still considering saying something, but ends up saying nothing for the moment.]