Oh! Sorry, Sadie. [he says her name with emphasis, as if he's trying to really put it in his head this time.]
Well... Everyone has to eat everyday, right? And, well, the bread's not gonna bake itself...
[He plays it with a very genuine modesty.] If you're asking if you can expect me to make lunch, the answer's yes. Um, unless something bad happens. But, most of the time, bad stuff doesn't happen. Every morning I get up, make bread, milk the animals, make butter, and start making lunch. I like to get my work finished early.
[he says all of this with a brightness. They're chores, but he doesn't seem weighted by them.]
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Well... Everyone has to eat everyday, right? And, well, the bread's not gonna bake itself...
[He plays it with a very genuine modesty.] If you're asking if you can expect me to make lunch, the answer's yes. Um, unless something bad happens. But, most of the time, bad stuff doesn't happen. Every morning I get up, make bread, milk the animals, make butter, and start making lunch. I like to get my work finished early.
[he says all of this with a brightness. They're chores, but he doesn't seem weighted by them.]