[ His new companion makes a good point--and one he hadn't fully stopped to consider. Everything else had just felt a little too off, in a way, and he'd been too focused on the broad picture of it all, but it's strange to have a shortage of food, especially with them harvesting so much of it themselves. From the looks of things, there's no trouble out in the fields.
He considers this in silence, for a moment, his fork poised into the fish on his plate; while he may be the type to miss the details, at times, it doesn't escape him that there seems to be no meal left for his companion outside of a bit of bread.
With a short sigh, he sets his fork down, pushing at the plate. It skids slightly against the wood of the table. ]
Better eat the rest of this, then. Who knows where your next meal will come from?
[ There's a faint hum of amusement in his voice. ]
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He considers this in silence, for a moment, his fork poised into the fish on his plate; while he may be the type to miss the details, at times, it doesn't escape him that there seems to be no meal left for his companion outside of a bit of bread.
With a short sigh, he sets his fork down, pushing at the plate. It skids slightly against the wood of the table. ]
Better eat the rest of this, then. Who knows where your next meal will come from?
[ There's a faint hum of amusement in his voice. ]