[Jack doesn't shrink from the question, glancing at Eugene with a calm sort of certainty (and perhaps, just for a moment, gratitude) as he sets his bag down. Then he starts putting the cans up in their appointed rows, save for the one Eugene's helped himself to. That calls for three mugs and spoons, none too carefully matched, which he brings down for the makeshift breakfast.]
Ah, I see. Still, it's field we're indebted to. Well- heh. Obviously.
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[Jack doesn't shrink from the question, glancing at Eugene with a calm sort of certainty (and perhaps, just for a moment, gratitude) as he sets his bag down. Then he starts putting the cans up in their appointed rows, save for the one Eugene's helped himself to. That calls for three mugs and spoons, none too carefully matched, which he brings down for the makeshift breakfast.]
Ah, I see. Still, it's field we're indebted to. Well- heh. Obviously.