( Pickle finished, he drops his fork into the jar and lets go of a sigh as he lounges there, head tilting to the side some while blue eyes stare across the kitchen. After a moment, he hums in quiet amusement before he shakes his head and gently pushes himself off the counter there, rolling his shoulders to wake up the old bones a bit. )
Well. Youβre in luck. Canβt see any real reason why heβd not like her.
( A glance over to the kid, he claps his hand down on his shoulder a couple times before he starts to make his way around him. )
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Well. Youβre in luck. Canβt see any real reason why heβd not like her.
( A glance over to the kid, he claps his hand down on his shoulder a couple times before he starts to make his way around him. )
Thanks for the help, kid.