[Ned stumbles over his words, clarifies and re-clarifies, and the marquis lets him. The moments of discomfort that stretch between the two of them resolve somewhat when Ned comes to his rambling conclusion, as they always do, like the collapse of a dissonant chord into a perfect fifth.]
[For a moment, the marquis watches the manipulation of the dough; then he mimics it, unused to working with his hands, but quickly learning.]
Spam
[For a moment, the marquis watches the manipulation of the dough; then he mimics it, unused to working with his hands, but quickly learning.]
Do you remember that the city knows me?