[ Nelson beams slightly, satisfied that they seem pleased with efforts. He doesn't really ever get the chance to cook for anyone, so he wants to do a good job of it. Maybe they'll come back if it's good, after all. ]
It's the least I can do, I don't want to be a bad host. Um, you both know where the drinks are if you decide you want any. [ He smiles and holds up his wine glass, taking another small sip and crossing one leg over the other. ] So, now that we're all good friends, [ It's slightly facetious, of course. ] I hope life hasn't been treating either of you too poorly lately. I know I -- well, Mr. Maskin and I spoke a little on our way over here, we're on a similar page, I think... I haven't read the book all the way through yet, though I will.
[ He cuts into his meat a little, realizing he's doing that thing again where he Talks Too Much. ]
... But I haven't seen you in years, Bradbury. How did--
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It's the least I can do, I don't want to be a bad host. Um, you both know where the drinks are if you decide you want any. [ He smiles and holds up his wine glass, taking another small sip and crossing one leg over the other. ] So, now that we're all good friends, [ It's slightly facetious, of course. ] I hope life hasn't been treating either of you too poorly lately. I know I -- well, Mr. Maskin and I spoke a little on our way over here, we're on a similar page, I think... I haven't read the book all the way through yet, though I will.
[ He cuts into his meat a little, realizing he's doing that thing again where he Talks Too Much. ]
... But I haven't seen you in years, Bradbury. How did--
[ Stares at the bandages. Stares. ]
How... are... you?