[Jon squeezes his hand again. He'll have to figure out food at some point too. And probably soon. He doesn't want to just... Take it from strangers, but what else can he do? Maybe the both of them sneak into the Archives or something.]
We will. It'll work out. For now. [He holds up that scone, taking another small bite.] This works.
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We will. It'll work out. For now. [He holds up that scone, taking another small bite.] This works.