[Ugh, this is embarrassing. Favaro falters, opens his mouth to object again, then sort of deflates all at once and looks down into his wine. He waves a hand dismissively, but he's definitely hiding a smile behind the bottle as he raises it again.]
Yeah, yeah. I'll take what I can get.
[God, look at this. Look at him. Where is his sandwich, he needs to shove half of it in his face and reassert how much he doesn't!! care about stuff!!]
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Yeah, yeah. I'll take what I can get.
[God, look at this. Look at him. Where is his sandwich, he needs to shove half of it in his face and reassert how much he doesn't!! care about stuff!!]
Did you eat that whole basket already?