ISKRA
He is relieved, having for a moment considered her ill, much like any animal with a bright appetite that is suddenly dimmed. She is already pilfering the plates though, even as her eyes continue to dart around, the food secondary in a way that's still a bit puzzling as he begins to craft his own plate. His attention swings back and forth from the process to her, brows creasing deeper and deeper with each sentence she sets down.
"What the hell are you on about?" he asks with the faintest edge of frustration, the confusion mounting so spectacularly that he's a buzz with every maddening thing she just offered. Deciding this requires his entire focus, he leaves the rest of the offerings of food for another time, concentrating on her face now as he chews around the folded bit of ham (success) he just crammed into his mouth.
"You sound like you're explaining a dream," he tries again, the edge gone, placated by savory meat and the careful picking apart of the major points she just scribbled down on his brain. "You met Mort, because Ludo is...missing?" His expression lifts, waiting for confirmation he got this right, as insane as saying it back sounds. "Aaaand so you have to call Safrin and Rae?" His head tilts, the Flora and Amhran pieces fitting in beside those, but it's already a lot. "Peepholes?" He fishes for more clarity there, cautiously bringing another flake of meat to his mouth.
"What the hell are you on about?" he asks with the faintest edge of frustration, the confusion mounting so spectacularly that he's a buzz with every maddening thing she just offered. Deciding this requires his entire focus, he leaves the rest of the offerings of food for another time, concentrating on her face now as he chews around the folded bit of ham (success) he just crammed into his mouth.
"You sound like you're explaining a dream," he tries again, the edge gone, placated by savory meat and the careful picking apart of the major points she just scribbled down on his brain. "You met Mort, because Ludo is...missing?" His expression lifts, waiting for confirmation he got this right, as insane as saying it back sounds. "Aaaand so you have to call Safrin and Rae?" His head tilts, the Flora and Amhran pieces fitting in beside those, but it's already a lot. "Peepholes?" He fishes for more clarity there, cautiously bringing another flake of meat to his mouth.
Never caught a feelin' this hard — harder than the liquor I pour
