[Arthur mutely steps back to let the giant figure pass--it's not like he has much choice; he might survive having his limbs crushed, but probably wouldn't make it through the ear-blistering he'd get from Mandy for being so reckless.
He can feel the person's thunderous footsteps as they pass him, like standing right next to a speaker and feeling the music in your chest. And, oh, he's about to have one of his own; for a second the excitement makes him dizzy enough he has to grab onto the wall to keep his knees from giving out.
Or maybe, speaking of tea, he just needs to eat something.]
Er, yes. I mean, I don't remember what I said, exactly, but we have all of those.
[Arthur can't help but wonder how one would even hold a glass in such a suit, much less drink from one, although he has no intention of asking such a brazen question without having a drink of his own. Instead, he just ducks behind the bar and starts setting out a few different things to narrow down the request--light beer and dark, spirits and grain alcohol, a bottle of red wine.
Because he has an inexplicable hunch--it's hard to read any emotion through a solid sheet of metal--that the comment about tea was a hopefully-friendly jab, he tosses a single packet onto the bar after them.]
I'm actually more of a coffee person--I only use them if someone wants a hot toddy or something. But we do have tea, and if I couldn't boil water I'd not have taken a job in food service.
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He can feel the person's thunderous footsteps as they pass him, like standing right next to a speaker and feeling the music in your chest. And, oh, he's about to have one of his own; for a second the excitement makes him dizzy enough he has to grab onto the wall to keep his knees from giving out.
Or maybe, speaking of tea, he just needs to eat something.]
Er, yes. I mean, I don't remember what I said, exactly, but we have all of those.
[Arthur can't help but wonder how one would even hold a glass in such a suit, much less drink from one, although he has no intention of asking such a brazen question without having a drink of his own. Instead, he just ducks behind the bar and starts setting out a few different things to narrow down the request--light beer and dark, spirits and grain alcohol, a bottle of red wine.
Because he has an inexplicable hunch--it's hard to read any emotion through a solid sheet of metal--that the comment about tea was a hopefully-friendly jab, he tosses a single packet onto the bar after them.]
I'm actually more of a coffee person--I only use them if someone wants a hot toddy or something. But we do have tea, and if I couldn't boil water I'd not have taken a job in food service.