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three-dollar-gill:

Hm.

[Silence for a few seconds, letting him talk - glancing up only at the offering of the tupperware. Looks between Chase and the plastic, nearly scowling now.] … Hm.

[Looks torn between taking it and refusing, chewing his lower lip in agitation.] … Yeah, alright, thanks. [Nods at the small table set up in his dining area, putting away what he’s working on.] I’ll get some plates.

[Stares back at him in silence, stiffening and standing a little straighter as if he were being judged in a dog show and taking a stance - and noticeably relaxing when he gives in, releasing a hold breath with a sigh and looking toward the table.]

Right, alright— I’ll— [Looks ready to correct him on getting plates, but decides its not worth fighting and nods as he starts toward the table.] Alright, thanks. I didn’t bring silverware, but I have a serving spoon in here. Wasn’t sure if you’d have one yet— [Sets the hot tupperware down and stretches his fingers out uncomfortably - turning to look back toward Gill as he now removes his jacket, setting the bag he’d had over his shoulder on the tabletop.] You did a great job on the place so far, by the way. It looks almost new now— how much is left to do?