[His brow furrows; for a moment, his first thought goes into suggesting finding peaches elsewhere. Some far off island where they are grown year-round and are twice as big as usual. But that is 1) expensive and 2) goes back to certain people he'd rather not think about, so it gets canned.
It shows, though. Mouth opening to say something, closing when he thinks better of it.]
Season's not too far away. [He opts for instead. Apparently, to Will, several months isn't too far away. He's been here long enough to know that people can go at any time, certainly, but...he's been here long enough to expect he's not going anywhere for a while. He has nowhere to go. Nothing wrong with setting up the potential for peach cider in that case, right?] You want me to pass it along when I get it written up? Give you time to get everything you'd need?
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It shows, though. Mouth opening to say something, closing when he thinks better of it.]
Season's not too far away. [He opts for instead. Apparently, to Will, several months isn't too far away. He's been here long enough to know that people can go at any time, certainly, but...he's been here long enough to expect he's not going anywhere for a while. He has nowhere to go. Nothing wrong with setting up the potential for peach cider in that case, right?] You want me to pass it along when I get it written up? Give you time to get everything you'd need?
[Look, Ma, he's helping.]