Luke

[nosediving]

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[dupelicate]

[he's still listening without eating, jam plopping into different mounds. on the plate. on the table.

slowly, oozingly

on to the floor.]

What do you mean, "melon seeds"? You can't eat melon seeds!

[nosediving]

[this hurts. after another long moment of staring, he grabs a dish cloth and holds it close.]

You can. In fact, they're perfectly healthy for you.

[then he crouches down to wipe off some of that jam.]

I'm just going to clean this up.

[dupelicate]

[he shakes his head, frowning at this bad science.]

No, you're supposed to spit them--

--Huh? What are you doing?

[WHY ARE YOU UNDER THE TABLE NOW]

[nosediving]

[because you're a slob!]

Ah, I'm only wiping away the excess jam that dripped onto the floor from the table. Staining the floor of a great god wouldn't be good.

[even if he has to get down on his knees and scrub like a maid, he must.]

[dupelicate]

[he's looking under now, holding the sandwich elsewhere.




naturally, it is dropping jam elsewhere, too.]

We can clean it up in a minute!

[nosediving]

[he sees that. and he is so very tired.

with extraordinary patience, he turns around to clean that spot, too.]

Young man, there's no shame in eating what you want, where you want. But, at this rate, there won't be any jam left for you.

[please check your sandwich.]

[dupelicate]

--Oh!

[he sweeps the sandwich back over to his plate, and starts voraciously devouring it.




he could've just added more jam?

but don't worry about it.]