Elphias Doge (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dodgy_doge) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lockewood, |
"Sure, yes. Please." Elphias nodded along with himself as he attempted to force a smile onto his lips despite the frown. Was it supposed to reassure him, that she had sudden-onset migraines frequently? Weren't those generally a sign that something was wrong? Of something dangerous? Not that Elphias knew much about strokes and those sorts of things, but he had been reading a lot about discoveries of the 20th century. This was a bad thing. "Big fan of pie, me."
It was only once he'd entered the kitchen that he remembered he had brought a few things, and eclipsed himself for a few seconds as he went to retrieve them. "I brought things. Stuff," he told her when he returned. "Crisps, which are delicious and salty, juice boxes, which are simply heavenly, I think I may be addicted. There's juice in boxes, and you stab the box on the little foil part with the straw to get to the juice. Very ingenious." He was also rambling, but a few short words alone couldn't express his love of juice boxes. "Also cards. Want to play? I made them."