[ a smirk - clever - turns rather quickly into a grin as the joke carries over. hands coming to claps behind his back, John ambles forward, takes pause to inspect Prior's work more thoroughly. and it does seem to be an inspection, equipped with pomp and narrowed eyes and leaning in to squint at the flowers in their various collections. a sound to suit: Hmmm.
then, straightening rapidly, he shrugs. ]
They'll do, I suppose.
[ earlier's smile to break the play, adding: ] Anyone would think you've had a lot of time on your hands.
[ — oh. right. a quick clear of his throat, and back to the matter at hand. ]
Right, yeah. [ reaching to peek into bags, talking as he goes. ] Options were limited, but I went for a variety, in the hope your stomach might find something worth its time.
[ things go lifted out more or less as they're described, set down anywhere he can find space, being very careful with the masterpiece that is the table. ] We got pie. Not sure if I ended up with meat or veg, but it's hot. As if we need added heat in the current climate. Veg, an assortment of. Bird of some description, plain. Bird of some description, spiced. Bread. Soup, miraculously not spilled, some leaves that I can only assume are salad, and the pièce de résistance: [ the bottle of what is probably wine that he produces with a flourish that may be on purpose or may be just the bag getting caught on the bottle!
it's a terribly mismatched spread, but there's a weird atmosphere out there tonight and trying to order anything specific had been a nightmare. ]
It is hot, isn't it. The current climate. In more ways than one.
[John's brought provisions to march a small army through the Andes and Prior isn't entirely successful at not showing his amusement and - something else. It's a touching amount of effort, for someone who barely eats as it is. He will now, of course. He's positively obliged.]
I went to buy milk this morning and was lucky to return with the shirt on my back. The locals are very friendly, all of a sudden.
[He moves in not to take the bottle but to lift John's hand and tilt it, reading the label as if it has any meaning and giving an approving look.]
[ well, it's a relief if nothing else that Prior's noticed the state of the world out there. it's a strange thing to try and describe while not being entirely certain you haven't been part of a mass hallucination. John's distracted enough with his bark of laughter following the relief of shared experience to not really take much physical notice to being gently puppeteered— no adverse notice, anyway. he watches it happen with mild fascination, a serial soap-watcher taking note of the recurring character's failure to flinch. ]
Tell me about it. I'm amazed I came back with even half of what I did. We'll have to be careful, this stuff might be laced with whatever's in the water. [ that last comment comes accompanied with the light indicating shake of the hand guided and holding the bottle.
a glance up from hands and the bottle to cast Prior a smile at a shared joke they've not quite established - or perhaps just to cast him a smile. ]
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then, straightening rapidly, he shrugs. ]
They'll do, I suppose.
[ earlier's smile to break the play, adding: ] Anyone would think you've had a lot of time on your hands.
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[He inspects John as obviously, if not as formally.]
And you? [A gesture to the goods on the table.] What have your highly skilled hands been up to?
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Right, yeah. [ reaching to peek into bags, talking as he goes. ] Options were limited, but I went for a variety, in the hope your stomach might find something worth its time.
[ things go lifted out more or less as they're described, set down anywhere he can find space, being very careful with the masterpiece that is the table. ] We got pie. Not sure if I ended up with meat or veg, but it's hot. As if we need added heat in the current climate. Veg, an assortment of. Bird of some description, plain. Bird of some description, spiced. Bread. Soup, miraculously not spilled, some leaves that I can only assume are salad, and the pièce de résistance: [ the bottle of what is probably wine that he produces with a flourish that may be on purpose or may be just the bag getting caught on the bottle!
it's a terribly mismatched spread, but there's a weird atmosphere out there tonight and trying to order anything specific had been a nightmare. ]
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[John's brought provisions to march a small army through the Andes and Prior isn't entirely successful at not showing his amusement and - something else. It's a touching amount of effort, for someone who barely eats as it is. He will now, of course. He's positively obliged.]
I went to buy milk this morning and was lucky to return with the shirt on my back. The locals are very friendly, all of a sudden.
[He moves in not to take the bottle but to lift John's hand and tilt it, reading the label as if it has any meaning and giving an approving look.]
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Tell me about it. I'm amazed I came back with even half of what I did. We'll have to be careful, this stuff might be laced with whatever's in the water. [ that last comment comes accompanied with the light indicating shake of the hand guided and holding the bottle.
a glance up from hands and the bottle to cast Prior a smile at a shared joke they've not quite established - or perhaps just to cast him a smile. ]