Arthur shifts out of her way, and tries not to be too obviously relieved. This'll go quicker with a pair of eyes. "Thank you, miss. Apparently they are a treatment of some sort for, ah... well, for my current..."
God, hedging is pointless, isn't it? It's not a subtle problem, as multiple people threatening to call Watson on him has demonstrated.
"A treatment for not eating well."
He says it with just the most detachment, tiptoeing right over that bottomless pit without even glancing down.
The shelf he's been searching is a mixed bag: some bottles thick brown glass and some white plastic, some painkillers and some allergy meds, all things that in certain times and places would be considered over-the-counter. It's as good a place to look for vitamins as any.
"Lester, I'm... I'm Arthur Lester." Smooth. Apparently the pounds he lost were where he stored his conversational aplomb.
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God, hedging is pointless, isn't it? It's not a subtle problem, as multiple people threatening to call Watson on him has demonstrated.
"A treatment for not eating well."
He says it with just the most detachment, tiptoeing right over that bottomless pit without even glancing down.
The shelf he's been searching is a mixed bag: some bottles thick brown glass and some white plastic, some painkillers and some allergy meds, all things that in certain times and places would be considered over-the-counter. It's as good a place to look for vitamins as any.
"Lester, I'm... I'm Arthur Lester." Smooth. Apparently the pounds he lost were where he stored his conversational aplomb.