[Hey that's his breakfast! Reynir doesn't relinquish the bowl easily, but lets go of it before it can splash in either of their faces.
...is he really being given a lecture on how to eat porridge? Well, he did kind of fuck it up, didn't he?] Thanks, mum. [He mutters, not quite looking at Emil.]
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...is he really being given a lecture on how to eat porridge? Well, he did kind of fuck it up, didn't he?] Thanks, mum. [He mutters, not quite looking at Emil.]