[There's a sound of something oddly like a kitchen chair being overturned. Along with maybe a pan. A very long pause and Tim shuffles towards the door rather than text back. His head feels like cotton but he can't just leave food outside anyway.]
Dankhs. [Pause as he leans to the side to sneeze, clinging to the threshold.] Don' wan you d'catch id, but I'll make id up to you when I ged beder.
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Dankhs. [Pause as he leans to the side to sneeze, clinging to the threshold.] Don' wan you d'catch id, but I'll make id up to you when I ged beder.