[Crane allows himself to relax and manages a smile, head between his shoulders. It's part of an instinctive impulse to hide himself, to look down and away, even when the situation calls for a lighthearted mood. It's not something he thinks about.]
Yeah, [The pen scratches the paper without ink, so he taps the tip on the corner of the list until it can write again.] I think so?
[There we go.]
Okay, milk, got it. Oh -- how about some ice-cream?
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Yeah, [The pen scratches the paper without ink, so he taps the tip on the corner of the list until it can write again.] I think so?
[There we go.]
Okay, milk, got it. Oh -- how about some ice-cream?