[Part of him - okay, all of him, wants to tell her that he really, definitely isn't. That no one else could possibly think that highly of him expect for her.
But he doesn't. Because she'd argue it and he knows she would.
His hands are a little too full to wave, the plate balanced in one, his lantern and tablet in the other. But he offers her a smile as soon as she's close enough for it to be seen.]
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But he doesn't. Because she'd argue it and he knows she would.
His hands are a little too full to wave, the plate balanced in one, his lantern and tablet in the other. But he offers her a smile as soon as she's close enough for it to be seen.]
Ready as I'll ever be.