See, I was hoping you had it in your pocket.

*He crosses into the living room with a bowl of stew in one hand and the letter in the other, not bothering to sit--standing while eating is an old habit, and he certainly isn't about to break it now. After he tosses the letter carelessly onto Fabian's chest, he takes a bite of stew and speaks with his mouth full.*

A reery BIG pogged.