Deal and deal. [Finn gets up, setting the still-hot pan onto the flat rock he'd been sitting on. He grabs a handful, hot potatoing the also-still-hot egg lump between his hands before popping it into his mouth. Eating with your hands isn't ideal for eggs, but silverware was hard to come by on the road. With a quick gesture towards the eggs, he invites Felix to do the same.
Shell aside, they could certainly look worse. He's had a lot of practice at these since joining the crew.]
Ow ow ow. [Second egg lump grabbed, Finn begins to speak mid-chew.] Shoooo, where do we shtart?
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Shell aside, they could certainly look worse. He's had a lot of practice at these since joining the crew.]
Ow ow ow. [Second egg lump grabbed, Finn begins to speak mid-chew.] Shoooo, where do we shtart?