...through a different? In a different light, perhaps is more aptly put, but never mind that.
"Metaphorically speaking." Munch munch.
And the way the sponge melts on his tongue to the buttery custard filling, Wyatt's temporarily elevated somewhere way up high, where the skies are blue and itty bitty birds fly-- He'd forgotten how good sweets can be.
"We'd been welcomed into the home of two Resistance members. DG asked you and Raw to explain something... We saw you, Ambrose, hurrying cross country to see Her Majesty the Queen. It wasn't until then that it hit home what kind of man you were. Still are."
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"Metaphorically speaking." Munch munch.
And the way the sponge melts on his tongue to the buttery custard filling, Wyatt's temporarily elevated somewhere way up high, where the skies are blue and itty bitty birds fly-- He'd forgotten how good sweets can be.
"We'd been welcomed into the home of two Resistance members. DG asked you and Raw to explain something... We saw you, Ambrose, hurrying cross country to see Her Majesty the Queen. It wasn't until then that it hit home what kind of man you were. Still are."