That last comment made Adelheid chuckle, the thought of being offered peas as payment rather amusing to him. But the thought behind it was touching. Something... almost like his own thoughts, but kinder somehow. More of a noble explanation than what Adelheid himself usually offered.
"You've already offered more than you know," the taller teenager said after a moment, standing to his feet so he could start stretching. Nightshift was always an ordeal; he'd need to make sure he was ready for it. That meant he'd need to be in as perfect condition as he could manage; especially now that he had his more debilitating wounds healed. So, with a smile, he added, "Please feel free to give your peas to those less fortunate than myself, I insist!"
His own, naturally, lay untouched on the plate.
"Ah, and I should warn you; I offered our room as a meeting grounds for those who wish to speak with me tonight. I hope that you do not mind my presumption?"
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"You've already offered more than you know," the taller teenager said after a moment, standing to his feet so he could start stretching. Nightshift was always an ordeal; he'd need to make sure he was ready for it. That meant he'd need to be in as perfect condition as he could manage; especially now that he had his more debilitating wounds healed. So, with a smile, he added, "Please feel free to give your peas to those less fortunate than myself, I insist!"
His own, naturally, lay untouched on the plate.
"Ah, and I should warn you; I offered our room as a meeting grounds for those who wish to speak with me tonight. I hope that you do not mind my presumption?"