[Ben waits until she catches up to him, gaze steady and intent. He wonders, sometimes, what she's thinking about when she falls behind like that. He knows what it looks like in himself, how he's taking the time to process, to repeat what's being told him or what he's extrapolating again and again in an effort to remember it. She doesn't have to work as hard at the context, though, he knows.
So he wonders, but he doesn't ask. Instead he listens to the list and then steps away.]
I can do that. I will be back as soon as I can.
[And he is. He leaves, heads up to the kitchens for the majority of the items, and ends up retrieving the towels from his own cabin. Everything is neatly rolled, stacked, and secure in the requested bucket when he returns, the big French knife and the pair of smaller paring knives folded deliberately into the towel to avoid the sharp edges being dangerous to transport. He places the bucket on the desk between the pumpkins for inspection, glancing expectantly at Abigail.]
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So he wonders, but he doesn't ask. Instead he listens to the list and then steps away.]
I can do that. I will be back as soon as I can.
[And he is. He leaves, heads up to the kitchens for the majority of the items, and ends up retrieving the towels from his own cabin. Everything is neatly rolled, stacked, and secure in the requested bucket when he returns, the big French knife and the pair of smaller paring knives folded deliberately into the towel to avoid the sharp edges being dangerous to transport. He places the bucket on the desk between the pumpkins for inspection, glancing expectantly at Abigail.]