[There wouldn’t be much point to it, if they ever find a way back “home” — to the same location and time in which they left. What use would mundane things to him be?]
Here? I’ve already re-learned how to make coffee. They did allow that at the lab.
[Another little shrug, this time his eyes looking at what Alec has already prepared, the stove, any pots or pans out.]
[ Well, he's not going to actively teach Henry anything, because that's far too much far too soon even for him, but he won't try to hide what he's doing either. Which right now is adding some milk to the eggs and whipping them up. ]
Golly, Henry, they let you have coffee? Sounds like a real fun place.
Mopping the floors was only sometimes. Mostly, my job revolved around helping set up some of the activities for the kids, or help record some of the results. Or being moral support when they were struggling, that kind of thing.
[ The Warden isn't wrong on that, as far as Alec is concerned, but it still touches a nerve. He very, very carefully keeps it from showing, shrugging in that nonchalant way of his. ]
Just because some of mine are fake doesn't mean they all are. Doesn't mean all yours are, either.
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