[His eyebrows raise, but he doesn't protest, just rearranges himself to fold his arms on the counter.] I don't mind leftovers, you realize. [Shifting again, he stretches his shoulders back and then moves his arms off the counter to hold onto the base of the chair and stretch upward, rolling his shoulders out and turning back to the bag at his feet. He's trying to psyche himself up for it, maybe.] ...I'll take this upstairs, regardless.
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