Of course. [He accepts the plate and looks to his robes, then shyly takes a rag from the counter. Usually he just wipes whatever he plans to eat off of on his sleeve, but that wouldn't be very conscientious of him now.]
You are? [Gulliver's eyebrows quirk. As he wipes the dishes, he tries to think of something nice to say to this... not so little boy?] Well, you'll be thankful for your spryness later in life. I suppose.
[That was a strange thing to say, wasn't it? He focuses on the bowl he is drying.]
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You are? [Gulliver's eyebrows quirk. As he wipes the dishes, he tries to think of something nice to say to this... not so little boy?] Well, you'll be thankful for your spryness later in life. I suppose.
[That was a strange thing to say, wasn't it? He focuses on the bowl he is drying.]