[ Kaspar breathes a warm little laugh at his anecdote, finding that he enjoys the glimpses into another life. It isn't the first time he thinks of his younger brothers and what Kaspar missed of their youth in school and then the tunnels. He isn't the type to linger on memories or his lack of regrets. Unburdened, Kaspar lets the taste of his next bite wash over him as he listens.
There is a comfortable friendliness encouraged by the warmth of a shared meal and the crackling of fire broken only by he shift of wood as it slowly turns to ash. He looks over at Steinbeck just before leaning enough to gently bump shoulders. ]
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There is a comfortable friendliness encouraged by the warmth of a shared meal and the crackling of fire broken only by he shift of wood as it slowly turns to ash. He looks over at Steinbeck just before leaning enough to gently bump shoulders. ]
Should I, bake you an apple pie?