[Looking from the pile, to Idia, to the pile again.]
Yeah. Uh,
[Hm.]
Sure.
[Right. Anyway, not the point. Fearless puts his hand to his head, starts a sentence while pointing at Idia, and then retracts his hand to start again.
Puts his hand in his pocket, wiggles side to side.]
no subject
Yeah. Uh,
[Hm.]
Sure.
[Right. Anyway, not the point. Fearless puts his hand to his head, starts a sentence while pointing at Idia, and then retracts his hand to start again.
Puts his hand in his pocket, wiggles side to side.]
So uh.
Seras.