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Benedict Fox



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[ Marty's an adept in the ancient art of Monkey See, Monkey Do. Before he'd gone and called Benedict, he'd already seen the folks here be more than generous to anyone who wanted a morsel of food. Upon asking, he'd been told that losing a home in Alem made their sense of community stronger-- that everyone who contributes deserves something in return.

So, while he turns on his heel and walks backwards to give a curious look Benedict's way, he doesn't urge him to follow. Instead, he goes to ask for some of the fish already skewered, thanking the folks who prepared them profusely for giving him four. With two fish on each stick, that's an easy eight, and he's not about to be picky when he hadn't helped catch it. ]

We have to make our own fire, [ is what he leads in with as he returns to Benedict's side and hands him his half of the haul ] but I figure that shouldn't be too tough, right?

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[Benedict blinked almost comically as he realized what Marty was doing and he watched the younger man walk backwards towards the crowd around the fish. He took a hesitant step forward as if to catch up with the teen but stopped short of the full action. Observing had always been more easy for Benedict than actually getting involved. It would be easier on him if he just watched and figured out the best course of action, then performed it swiftly and without fault. In theory anyway.

In practice, he supposed it just made it look like he was shy. And when it didn't come to a job, he supposed he kind of was. Yet when it came to investigating and getting a case solved, he was as confident and cocky as the next man. This...was not a case.

Benedict started forward a minute later only to fall short again as he watched Marty walk back in his direction. He was surprised to find that half of the fishy haul was offered to him and he took it carefully from Marty as it was held out to him.]

...I suppose that makes sense. [He glanced at the skewers now in his hands.] Um. That might be an easier task without our hands full.

[Unless Benedict wanted to use some tentacles to start a fire. Of which he did not, nor did his Companion judging by the wave of discomfort that directly followed the thought.]