[Dion studies the exchange of food quizzically. He chalks it up to it being a sibling thing, something he was woefully (and perhaps obviously) inexperienced in. Olivier, don't interact.]
There are many rules to living in this place. [Cue him being worried about giving a name to anything for the next forever. Imagine if his furniture came to life or something. But that's probably outlandish thinking.
Probably.
Anyway, he watches Clive eat and... has to suppress the urge to wrinkle his nose. He's eaten around all manner of men, he's used to poor table manners but... come on man. He turns to Joshua, inclining his head toward Clive.]
Does he always eat like this?
[There is... a faint smile on his lips. Brothers in arms are meant to tease each other, right?]
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There are many rules to living in this place. [Cue him being worried about giving a name to anything for the next forever. Imagine if his furniture came to life or something. But that's probably outlandish thinking.
Probably.
Anyway, he watches Clive eat and... has to suppress the urge to wrinkle his nose. He's eaten around all manner of men, he's used to poor table manners but... come on man. He turns to Joshua, inclining his head toward Clive.]
Does he always eat like this?
[There is... a faint smile on his lips. Brothers in arms are meant to tease each other, right?]