[ His twitch of a smile is a silent heh. For a moment image of his mother spitting on the cobblestones between her and a passive aggressive Orlesian neighbor replaces the rollicking naval battle in the book— ]
No.
[ —which he does stop reading now, letting it fall back at a lazy angle in his hand while he looks to his other, sandwiched between Byerly’s. By’s hands are long-fingered and fine. His are blunt and solid. So it’s a pretty good sandwich. A respectable amount of filling between two fine pieces of bread. ]
If you say it would only be stalling, I’ll agree to agree.
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No.
[ —which he does stop reading now, letting it fall back at a lazy angle in his hand while he looks to his other, sandwiched between Byerly’s. By’s hands are long-fingered and fine. His are blunt and solid. So it’s a pretty good sandwich. A respectable amount of filling between two fine pieces of bread. ]
If you say it would only be stalling, I’ll agree to agree.