[ Now feeling awkward with being the one standing in the middle of the room as the man lounges on his own floor, he folds his legs under him to sit as well, putting them on the same level. He politely takes the dismissal of the man's question- he's already met a few people who'd not known what a cell phone was, and while fridges seem like more of a... staple, who's he to judge?
He scratches at the back of his head at the question. ]
Hmm. Yeah, I think so. Could it have been the steam, maybe? Are you worried about the additive itself? [ He supposes that makes sense, thinking of the pollen that had caused memory loss just last month. He distantly finds himself wishing he could be more helpful with his own break-in. ]
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He scratches at the back of his head at the question. ]
Hmm. Yeah, I think so. Could it have been the steam, maybe? Are you worried about the additive itself? [ He supposes that makes sense, thinking of the pollen that had caused memory loss just last month. He distantly finds himself wishing he could be more helpful with his own break-in. ]