[ Tilting his head, he's trying to backtrack because he can't seem to remember. He stands there with the stack of dishes, just staring at him. Give him a moment, he's got this. ]
... No, I lost my train of thought. [ But now this is kind of peculiar to him? ] It's not coming to me.
[ And he heads to the kitchen, rinsing them off for a bit. It doesn't take long, so he's back. ]
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... No, I lost my train of thought. [ But now this is kind of peculiar to him? ] It's not coming to me.
[ And he heads to the kitchen, rinsing them off for a bit. It doesn't take long, so he's back. ]
I'll probably remember once we hit the arcade.