[He leans forward and tries to puzzle out the weird-looking letters. They're hardly anything like handwritten at all, but he can figure it out, if he tries hard.
That... was... dangerous.... oh. He waves the hand that's not full of orange reassuringly.]
I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you help! Um, thanks very much, miss!
[He's lost for a moment for what to do to let her know he's grateful, and then -- struck by sudden inspiration -- he holds his orange out to her as a gift.]
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That... was... dangerous.... oh. He waves the hand that's not full of orange reassuringly.]
I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you help! Um, thanks very much, miss!
[He's lost for a moment for what to do to let her know he's grateful, and then -- struck by sudden inspiration -- he holds his orange out to her as a gift.]