The boy, to his Look, only flashes him back a toothy grin along with a shrug. It's very funny to him watching Amos get herded actually, don't mind him just bringing up the rear? He's then hopping his butt onto a nearby chair and settling there to watch the rest of the kitchen with renewed interest, that one seems free-spirited and set to just do whatever he wants.
Let's not dwell on him, though. Now that Amos has washed his hands, he indeed has duties to see to!]
Let's start with sandwich duty, we'll have the ingredients shortly. You can help me out around here after you've eaten, how's that?
[She asks amicably as she proceeds to rummage through cupboards and drawers for a plate and a bread knife, then casually saunters past Amos with both to a unoccupied table more towards the back away from the prep area. As if on cue, the little girl from earlier is back with a basket already, it contains two loaves of bread and a thin block of cheese. She puts it on the table, beams at them both, and then runs off again.
The plate clinks softly onto the wooden table, the butter knife atop it. The other boy isn't back yet, so hm...]
Welcome back, by the way. Are you feeling better, Amos?
[It's not that 'simple', she knows. But breaking the ice has to start somewhere, right?]
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The boy, to his Look, only flashes him back a toothy grin along with a shrug. It's very funny to him watching Amos get herded actually, don't mind him just bringing up the rear? He's then hopping his butt onto a nearby chair and settling there to watch the rest of the kitchen with renewed interest, that one seems free-spirited and set to just do whatever he wants.
Let's not dwell on him, though. Now that Amos has washed his hands, he indeed has duties to see to!]
Let's start with sandwich duty, we'll have the ingredients shortly. You can help me out around here after you've eaten, how's that?
[She asks amicably as she proceeds to rummage through cupboards and drawers for a plate and a bread knife, then casually saunters past Amos with both to a unoccupied table more towards the back away from the prep area. As if on cue, the little girl from earlier is back with a basket already, it contains two loaves of bread and a thin block of cheese. She puts it on the table, beams at them both, and then runs off again.
The plate clinks softly onto the wooden table, the butter knife atop it. The other boy isn't back yet, so hm...]
Welcome back, by the way. Are you feeling better, Amos?
[It's not that 'simple', she knows. But breaking the ice has to start somewhere, right?]