[ Everyone else that's lingered gets a wave as he tries to maneuver himself out of the room. He's made some progress getting used to it all. Before they get too far, he leans over enough to ask like he just remembered to-- ]
[He tries to wave it off. It's fine? He's fine. They can sit at a table in the kitchen while Sinclair grabs a bunch of random ingredients from the storage]
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[He sees that restlessness. And Tylor's letter is with him!!]
I need to make a few things for Hien as a thank you.
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[ But a beat later, leaning in to stage whisper with mock seriousness-- ]
Oh. But maybe don't tell my wingman.
[ ... Because Oria made the crutch he's using and he promised not to cook while uaing it. Maybe give him something to do sitting down. ]
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[Offering his shoulder for Tylor to use. It's fine, Tylor can do all the chopping, Sinclair can handle the stove work for once]
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[ He says as he shifts to get up, already done being stuck sitting in one place for so long. ]
See? I told you that you were smart.
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We can chop some vegetables up in the kitchen. We don't need to stand for that.
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[ Everyone else that's lingered gets a wave as he tries to maneuver himself out of the room. He's made some progress getting used to it all. Before they get too far, he leans over enough to ask like he just remembered to-- ]
How's your stomach doing?
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[He tries to wave it off. It's fine? He's fine. They can sit at a table in the kitchen while Sinclair grabs a bunch of random ingredients from the storage]
Can you show me how to make curry?