[There's a small pause when he fully registers the implications of "next time" and "breakfast," his fork hovering right over the remaining eggs.
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Would it be bad if he admitted that he doesn't object to the idea? That it doesn't bring as much discomfort as they might have thought? ...But it's still early to really say anything to that effect.]
Breakfast, lunch, dinner—I'll take whatever challenge.
[He glances up at her, looking at her briefly before his gaze returns to his plate and he resumes eating. Rather than confirm or deny, he just continues with it, trying to keep it light like a joke...while also carrying his own implications with it.]
no subject
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Would it be bad if he admitted that he doesn't object to the idea? That it doesn't bring as much discomfort as they might have thought? ...But it's still early to really say anything to that effect.]
Breakfast, lunch, dinner—I'll take whatever challenge.
[He glances up at her, looking at her briefly before his gaze returns to his plate and he resumes eating. Rather than confirm or deny, he just continues with it, trying to keep it light like a joke...while also carrying his own implications with it.]