[He's easier around Garahel now, enough that he can shoot the mabari's general direction a smile before stepping inside. He holds up the goodies he collected from the kitchen.]
Somewhere I can put all these?
[Once directed, he'll lay out what he's brought: Milk, honey, and a small bag of sweets (almond cookies, from the nutty, floury scent). When that's settled and his hands are free, he feels out a chair to seat himself on.]
So dare I ask how far you've gotten? [he asks her, with a sympathetic smile.]
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Somewhere I can put all these?
[Once directed, he'll lay out what he's brought: Milk, honey, and a small bag of sweets (almond cookies, from the nutty, floury scent). When that's settled and his hands are free, he feels out a chair to seat himself on.]
So dare I ask how far you've gotten? [he asks her, with a sympathetic smile.]