[ Huh. That ... is not what he'd been expecting. He accepts the corner, instinctively wondering if he's being offered poison - no, dammit, he's already decide to trust the boy. And this hardly looks any worse than some of the MREs he's had to endure. ]
Arachne, please. If - if I'm who you say I am, then I need to know who I'm up against.
[ He punctuates this by putting that bit of food into his mouth. And his eyes immediately widen at the taste - delicious, the same flavor as something out of a distant memory. A pastry at Gregor's birthday? He half-lids his eyes for a moment, trying to place it. Meanwhile, the red welts on his neck fade back into pale white marks instad. ]
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Arachne, please. If - if I'm who you say I am, then I need to know who I'm up against.
[ He punctuates this by putting that bit of food into his mouth. And his eyes immediately widen at the taste - delicious, the same flavor as something out of a distant memory. A pastry at Gregor's birthday? He half-lids his eyes for a moment, trying to place it. Meanwhile, the red welts on his neck fade back into pale white marks instad. ]
-- What was that?