Is that wrong? [ though, when he says it with he drawl that he does, it sounds less like an inquiry and more like an accusation. but, he doesn't seem to care either way. ] Really? [ a shrug. ] I've been told I have bad table manners.
[ he says without any remorse, then followed by a quiet: ]
Do you often cook up meals for a stranger? [ is that what jean did.... ]
You don't say. [ There's absolutely no disagreement on that, because here's a guy who was happy to smear burnt fish remains all over his hands and face. Jean lives with military men so he's used to rowdy cafeteria times, but Mithra's a whole league on his own. ]
I'd hardly call that cooking... More like a cremation. [ But maybe it's 'cooking' in Mithra's eyes because his palate is clearly an outlier from the rest of normal society. ]
I was trying to warm up my coffee, actually. [ And he started a fire that worked out in Mithra's favour??? ]
no subject
[ he says without any remorse, then followed by a quiet: ]
Do you often cook up meals for a stranger? [ is that what jean did.... ]
no subject
I'd hardly call that cooking... More like a cremation. [ But maybe it's 'cooking' in Mithra's eyes because his palate is clearly an outlier from the rest of normal society. ]
I was trying to warm up my coffee, actually. [ And he started a fire that worked out in Mithra's favour??? ]