[At mention of the puzzle boxes, Sorrel had a brief, bright moment of hope-- swiftly dashed. Of course, Adasse already had that, and from Cyril. It would have been perfect, likely had been. He chewed quietly on his candy, grateful for the pause while he struggled to swallow that ugly mixure of adoration and poisonous jealousy that Cyril always seemed to inspire in him, these days.]
Food sounded like a good idea. But I'm not really... you know. [He waggles his fingers illustratively to indicate his lack of skill.] Good for much, really. And I don't even know why I'm getting so tied up about this, it's not as if anyone's asking me to do it. It just seems like the right idea.
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[At mention of the puzzle boxes, Sorrel had a brief, bright moment of hope-- swiftly dashed. Of course, Adasse already had that, and from Cyril. It would have been perfect, likely had been. He chewed quietly on his candy, grateful for the pause while he struggled to swallow that ugly mixure of adoration and poisonous jealousy that Cyril always seemed to inspire in him, these days.]
Food sounded like a good idea. But I'm not really... you know. [He waggles his fingers illustratively to indicate his lack of skill.] Good for much, really. And I don't even know why I'm getting so tied up about this, it's not as if anyone's asking me to do it. It just seems like the right idea.