[Varian watches Jun angry chewing his food, before deflating himself with a sigh. He sips his drink, prodding one of his fries moodily as Jun works on chewing his feelings down.
When he speaks again, Varian relents, sitting back a little on his chair.]
...Oh. Well, good. Because I really did mean it. [ There's a pause.] Um. Did you have any more? ...Parimters, I mean.
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When he speaks again, Varian relents, sitting back a little on his chair.]
...Oh. Well, good. Because I really did mean it. [ There's a pause.] Um. Did you have any more? ...Parimters, I mean.