[The speech sounded like a big scam to him, but no one's asking and he's not so interested in elaborating here and now. He looks to the dish set between them, brows twitching to form the faintest of narrows.]
If that's what you're thinking about, there's nothing to worry about.
[His shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, half-disguised with an audible exhale. He's further deflating into his seat.]
no subject
If that's what you're thinking about, there's nothing to worry about.
[His shoulders rise and fall in a shrug, half-disguised with an audible exhale. He's further deflating into his seat.]
They're all yours.