[He crumples up the napkin and tosses it into the trash, not quite looking at Dantes. It seems he's struggling to find words - a rarity for him - before he finally acquiesces with:]
I trust you've put butter on my pancakes?
[He'll go and take his seat before he slides the thin present towards himself to open it.]
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I trust you've put butter on my pancakes?
[He'll go and take his seat before he slides the thin present towards himself to open it.]