I'm Finch. Finch Twoson. [He had come up with that last name after lunch today, and he was pretty darned proud of it. It sounded cool. Like he was a detective or something.
Picky tears off another piece of the bread, but doesn't stuff it in his mouth right away. There's talking to do.]
I just got here today. I wasn't sure if you'd... be nice or not, Engie.
Good point. He's not slangy or excessively hostile?
Picky tears off another piece of the bread, but doesn't stuff it in his mouth right away. There's talking to do.]
I just got here today. I wasn't sure if you'd... be nice or not, Engie.