Dieter was sure he was being selfish, being so glad to have Pree at his side. But he felt comfortable with being selfish, being blind and all. He shifted closer when he felt the touch and sipped at his drink slowly. Last thing he needed was a burnt tongue on top of everything else.
"Oh. I ate and drank everything," Dieter admitted, another half-smile aimed in Pree's general direction. "If the test was to see who wouldn't take any then I failed," he admitted. And wrinkled his nose.
"I don't like cheese that much," he said. "Rats and mazes, though, you might be onto something. And there was the rhyme about the three blind mice," he added.