[ Kal doesn't know who this Aziraphale is, and his head cocks as he asks a simple, ] Your friend?
[ But he digresses. ] I'm just glad you liked it, Soldat. [ He hadn't expected a visit, either, but he doesn't say that out loud. ]
Have you got an oven at your place?
[ He's taking the paper and pen graciously, and for Soldat's sake makes sure to write at what is presumably a normal human pace. Kal doesn't even stop to think, though; ingredients and measurements and subsequent instructions are written with the same ease as a computer producing printouts. ]
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[ But he digresses. ] I'm just glad you liked it, Soldat. [ He hadn't expected a visit, either, but he doesn't say that out loud. ]
Have you got an oven at your place?
[ He's taking the paper and pen graciously, and for Soldat's sake makes sure to write at what is presumably a normal human pace. Kal doesn't even stop to think, though; ingredients and measurements and subsequent instructions are written with the same ease as a computer producing printouts. ]