[No cheese? Okay, more for him, and after having confirmed this, Matthias pops another wedge into his mouth and chews it, cheerfully.
Her condition gives him something to think about. Luckily he's still chewing--not that that's ever stopped him before--which, when suddenly a thought comes to him, he practically chokes on what he's eating. Points, wildly, at her.]
Everyone! [Brilliant.] Everyone, you can race everyone. We'll put out word-- [He swallows, hastily, so he stops spitting crumbs on the table--wipes the back of his hand over his mouth again.] --say like, oi, d'you fancy yourself fast--and then you can beat them all. You can beat me first, if you like. Or, well.
[Here's pride. He grins at her. There's probably crumbs on his upper lip. Certainly there's a small bit of cheese.]
[Even with cheese and crumbs in the way, Matthias' smile is one of the most reassuring things Laura can think of. The fact that he doesn't require more explanation than a refusal from her--for anything--even more so.]
I will beat you first. [Not quite smug, but clearly satisfied with the idea, her gaze level with his once more.] What will you use?
[Since he does not have claws and, even if he could acquire them, she would be opposed to his having them.]
[But she probably will. Matthias isn't stupid. If and when she does, he won't be sore about it. What would the point be in that? He's got pride, but he's all right with being beaten if it happens fairly and preferably at the hands of someone he likes, someone who won't be a tit about it. Certainly Laura won't.]
And I'll use magic, obviously. I'm quick with fire. Won't be nearly as clean as what you'll do, right, but the point'll be there.
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Date: 2019-10-05 01:38 am (UTC)Her condition gives him something to think about. Luckily he's still chewing--not that that's ever stopped him before--which, when suddenly a thought comes to him, he practically chokes on what he's eating. Points, wildly, at her.]
Everyone! [Brilliant.] Everyone, you can race everyone. We'll put out word-- [He swallows, hastily, so he stops spitting crumbs on the table--wipes the back of his hand over his mouth again.] --say like, oi, d'you fancy yourself fast--and then you can beat them all. You can beat me first, if you like. Or, well.
[Here's pride. He grins at her. There's probably crumbs on his upper lip. Certainly there's a small bit of cheese.]
You can try.
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Date: 2019-10-06 03:53 am (UTC)I will beat you first. [Not quite smug, but clearly satisfied with the idea, her gaze level with his once more.] What will you use?
[Since he does not have claws and, even if he could acquire them, she would be opposed to his having them.]
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Date: 2019-10-06 09:39 pm (UTC)[But she probably will. Matthias isn't stupid. If and when she does, he won't be sore about it. What would the point be in that? He's got pride, but he's all right with being beaten if it happens fairly and preferably at the hands of someone he likes, someone who won't be a tit about it. Certainly Laura won't.]
And I'll use magic, obviously. I'm quick with fire. Won't be nearly as clean as what you'll do, right, but the point'll be there.