[Henry feels himself clamming up so he drops it, too shy to correct Gamsee. Instead he just chews and looks at the brownie half in his hand. Eventually his shoulders untense and his ragged leafy ears lift to take in the winter sounds of the forest. Foraging deer. A dove somewhere. Somebody was humming.]
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[Henry feels himself clamming up so he drops it, too shy to correct Gamsee. Instead he just chews and looks at the brownie half in his hand. Eventually his shoulders untense and his ragged leafy ears lift to take in the winter sounds of the forest. Foraging deer. A dove somewhere. Somebody was humming.]
[Oh wait that was him. Oh well.]