[ Finn winds up looking back and forth between Lucretia and the plate he's holding a couple of times, listening to her explanation, before he totally catches up and pays attention and remembers why he even stopped to stare at this plate in particular.
Right.
The carefully-penned Fuckwit. One of, perhaps, the most different and unusual things he's found since he woke up here, which is saying something. ]
Oh.
[ He like. Immediately puts the plate back down, holding his hands up as if to say "no harm done". ]
It's fine. Sorry, I wasn't-- you don't need to apologize. [ Trying to summarize the self-contained experience he was having sounds Bad. He'd rather cut that for time and just leave the real point in there: to his knowledge, she hasn't done anything that merits an apology. ] You made that?
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[ Finn winds up looking back and forth between Lucretia and the plate he's holding a couple of times, listening to her explanation, before he totally catches up and pays attention and remembers why he even stopped to stare at this plate in particular.
Right.
The carefully-penned Fuckwit. One of, perhaps, the most different and unusual things he's found since he woke up here, which is saying something. ]
Oh.
[ He like. Immediately puts the plate back down, holding his hands up as if to say "no harm done". ]
It's fine. Sorry, I wasn't-- you don't need to apologize. [ Trying to summarize the self-contained experience he was having sounds Bad. He'd rather cut that for time and just leave the real point in there: to his knowledge, she hasn't done anything that merits an apology. ] You made that?