[ what a dork... Garry just chuckles to himself a little, somewhat charmed, and nods to Gilbert as he flees the room to get his materials (and some lost dignity, probably.) This might be the first time they've actually sat down and chatted without any particular reason or need to do so. Disappearances aside, of course.
He'll still be sitting there as promised when Gilbert comes back, although he's gone back to his work; he's wearing an exceptionally ratty (but usable!) pincushion on his wrist, undoubtedly scrounged up somewhere in Haven, and is sewing up something out of a long, pale blue piece of fabric. But he's polite enough to put that down for a second and glance back up when he re-enters. ]
Ah... you really do have a lot! Is that a sewing kit? It's so small and cute...
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He'll still be sitting there as promised when Gilbert comes back, although he's gone back to his work; he's wearing an exceptionally ratty (but usable!) pincushion on his wrist, undoubtedly scrounged up somewhere in Haven, and is sewing up something out of a long, pale blue piece of fabric. But he's polite enough to put that down for a second and glance back up when he re-enters. ]
Ah... you really do have a lot! Is that a sewing kit? It's so small and cute...