Daylight begins to write down what Mr. Stone is telling him, nodding along to show he's listening to him.
But then he hears the last bit and he looks up, helm tilted to the side. "You ate one of the fishes?" He's trying not to sound accusatory. He sounds... very puzzled by the turn of events. It could just be him and the lessons that had been drummed into his helm: Do not eat anything that was remotely suspicious. "Um... What did it taste like, Mr. Stone?"
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Date: 2020-02-07 03:27 am (UTC)But then he hears the last bit and he looks up, helm tilted to the side. "You ate one of the fishes?" He's trying not to sound accusatory. He sounds... very puzzled by the turn of events. It could just be him and the lessons that had been drummed into his helm: Do not eat anything that was remotely suspicious. "Um... What did it taste like, Mr. Stone?"