[ After over a month without enough food, Jake would've struggled to notice just about anyone walking into the kitchen. Even if each of his children walked in one after the other, shouting Dad at the top of their voices, Jake still might not look up right away.
So when Rand approaches, kind and careful as one might expect to be around a strange dog, Jake doesn't slow his eating. It's only after the word bread leaves his mouth that he looks up, regarding the young man for the first time. ]
You got bread? [ Jake spits out a bit of burlap caught between his teeth. ] Like what kind, ciabatta? Sourdough?
[ Simple question. Nothing weird about it. Jake accepts Rand's hand, using it as leverage to stand up on his hindlegs. ]
I could really mess up a brioche right now, no lie.
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So when Rand approaches, kind and careful as one might expect to be around a strange dog, Jake doesn't slow his eating. It's only after the word bread leaves his mouth that he looks up, regarding the young man for the first time. ]
You got bread? [ Jake spits out a bit of burlap caught between his teeth. ] Like what kind, ciabatta? Sourdough?
[ Simple question. Nothing weird about it. Jake accepts Rand's hand, using it as leverage to stand up on his hindlegs. ]
I could really mess up a brioche right now, no lie.