[This was getting to be awkward very quickly, the principate wondering what he should even be saying next. In Vega there was work to talk about, things to do and plans to be sharing. In Wonderland it's a whole different minefield, one that William has yet to learn to navigate without losing a leg or two.
Thankfully pie saves him, the young man peering curiously at the pastry as if it had just materialized from thin air. Stranger things had happened, but no it was Ned sliding it over, and the relieved smile he shoots at the guy is (for the most part) genuine.]
I haven't tried them. I hear good things, though. [Hopefully Ned can hear that one, hearing the unspoken thanks in it before William goes with the topic change. It beats talking about death. It also proves that other people are watching and listening in to what is being talked about, or at least paying more attention than William even wants. How is he even meant to eat at a time like this? He's not sure, wordlessly sliding the plate to Gabriel. He knows what the archangel's thoughts are on canned goods to begin with.]
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Thankfully pie saves him, the young man peering curiously at the pastry as if it had just materialized from thin air. Stranger things had happened, but no it was Ned sliding it over, and the relieved smile he shoots at the guy is (for the most part) genuine.]
I haven't tried them. I hear good things, though. [Hopefully Ned can hear that one, hearing the unspoken thanks in it before William goes with the topic change. It beats talking about death. It also proves that other people are watching and listening in to what is being talked about, or at least paying more attention than William even wants. How is he even meant to eat at a time like this? He's not sure, wordlessly sliding the plate to Gabriel. He knows what the archangel's thoughts are on canned goods to begin with.]
Be my guest.