[For a few moments he just stares at Ned like he's about to dismiss his kindness again. It's a tempting thought. He still doesn't really want to be the kind of person who succumbs to this type of sentimentality.]
[But he lifts the rolled-out dough carefully on the rolling pin and lays it in the nearest pan with a sigh, before nodding.]
If my home has a flaw, it's that it has no place for Piemakers. I imagine . . . I'll think of you occasionally.
Spam
[But he lifts the rolled-out dough carefully on the rolling pin and lays it in the nearest pan with a sigh, before nodding.]
If my home has a flaw, it's that it has no place for Piemakers. I imagine . . . I'll think of you occasionally.
[He will miss Ned so much. It's a shame.]
[He doesn't meet his eyes.]