[ Kaspar blinks, but otherwise quietly accepts the gesture just as naturally. What hits him more solidly and puts a little color high on his already glowing cheeks is the gratitude. It might be hard to tell in the dark with the tinge of the fire.
For things he cares about offering the world, words like those still resounds in his chest, deeper than he lets on. Others have shown their thanks here, and this feels like such a little thing that he doesn't get overly caught up in it. ]
And you made a wonderful campfire.
[ Kaspar says as he slides the basket away to join the untouched kettle at his side opposite Steinbeck. He hadn't thought the kettle through but it is just as well. Water and teabags sit untouched with no way to really set it over the fire properly.
He leans on him slightly to take the rind container if it is empty. If not, he's stealing one for himself. ]
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For things he cares about offering the world, words like those still resounds in his chest, deeper than he lets on. Others have shown their thanks here, and this feels like such a little thing that he doesn't get overly caught up in it. ]
And you made a wonderful campfire.
[ Kaspar says as he slides the basket away to join the untouched kettle at his side opposite Steinbeck. He hadn't thought the kettle through but it is just as well. Water and teabags sit untouched with no way to really set it over the fire properly.
He leans on him slightly to take the rind container if it is empty. If not, he's stealing one for himself. ]