Wisp flushes instantly, trying (and failing) to keep a squeak out of his voice. He won't even argue with the emphasis because that would be conceding defeat.
"We - we made scones," he says rather helplessly. "Bastard remembered how to do it."
Your Fawn. Fawn gives Bastard a narrow-eyed scowl that promptly transfers to Wisp when he speaks.
There's a hesitation, as Fawn glances between the two men and the scones. Remembers walking in to the two of them chatting so nicely. Who knows what could really be in those scones?
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"Hungry?" That, at least, was directed right at the poor man.
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"We - we made scones," he says rather helplessly. "Bastard remembered how to do it."
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There's a hesitation, as Fawn glances between the two men and the scones. Remembers walking in to the two of them chatting so nicely. Who knows what could really be in those scones?
"I'm not hungry," he says shortly.