[one of the most pleasant things to greet him at a door, really. Smells so good, how did he ever live on rice and fish for most of a year? Just don't remind him that pasta is a cousin of bread and he'll eat everything set before him]
Yeah. Infirmary's quiet.
[he settles himself down as usual, this is all routine by now.]
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Yeah. Infirmary's quiet.
[he settles himself down as usual, this is all routine by now.]
You don't know how to do anything small, do you?