he's only just started to get a feel for the new task before her question gives him pause; he can't rightly do a good job and think back to answer her question, after all.
he stands still and quiet as he thinks back to meals in the mess hall with his sister and his cousins -- that bleak, stone room that Roland had the opportunity to deface in frustration, unbeknownst to Martin.]
...Lots of potatoes. Carrots. Chickens...Beets and goats...
[they come out as quickly as he thinks them, in no real order beyond what he remembers seeing in his dish.]
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he's only just started to get a feel for the new task before her question gives him pause; he can't rightly do a good job and think back to answer her question, after all.
he stands still and quiet as he thinks back to meals in the mess hall with his sister and his cousins -- that bleak, stone room that Roland had the opportunity to deface in frustration, unbeknownst to Martin.]
...Lots of potatoes. Carrots. Chickens...Beets and goats...
[they come out as quickly as he thinks them, in no real order beyond what he remembers seeing in his dish.]