[ It's time to come out with the TRUTH! He's not judging you Tidus, he's judging the train's taste this month. Totally two different sets of judgment! Your knifework though...
And speaking of. His own knife comes to the foray, and he points it almost daintily at the slices of avocado that pepper his plate and his mangled bits of toast, some bits mushed up, others dangling off the edge of a half-eaten piece of bread. Roland is pointing at that and only at that. It's impossible to miss, since he's staring at it too. ]
That's wrong with what you're eating. [ With a voice that's drier than Spira's hottest desert. Or dome. Or plain. Whatever applies! ] It's bad enough on its own. Gah.
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And speaking of. His own knife comes to the foray, and he points it almost daintily at the slices of avocado that pepper his plate and his mangled bits of toast, some bits mushed up, others dangling off the edge of a half-eaten piece of bread. Roland is pointing at that and only at that. It's impossible to miss, since he's staring at it too. ]
That's wrong with what you're eating. [ With a voice that's drier than Spira's hottest desert. Or dome. Or plain. Whatever applies! ] It's bad enough on its own. Gah.