[He sat up when Tyrande entered the room, and held out his hands to take the bowl. He took a small sip- trying really really hard to be as polite about it as he could. He knew drinking from the bowl wasn't exactly proper, but he'd have starved to death a long time ago if he had to rely on chasing his food around with little silverware.
His whole attitude very quickly melted away, after. This was the first time she had ever made anything for him, and his face deepened in color at the thought. Hence his attempt to take it as politely as he could.]
It is... far better than anything I can remember having. Thank you, Tyrande.
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[He sat up when Tyrande entered the room, and held out his hands to take the bowl. He took a small sip- trying really really hard to be as polite about it as he could. He knew drinking from the bowl wasn't exactly proper, but he'd have starved to death a long time ago if he had to rely on chasing his food around with little silverware.
His whole attitude very quickly melted away, after. This was the first time she had ever made anything for him, and his face deepened in color at the thought. Hence his attempt to take it as politely as he could.]
It is... far better than anything I can remember having. Thank you, Tyrande.