[Ferran opens his mouth to protest, but simply lets out an exhale and gives her a tired smile. Why should he refuse, after all? He's learned time and time again that he can't take care of everything himself.]
Thanks. And for the snacks, too. [He's looking forward to those cookies! He gestures in the direction of the door, not about to be a subpar host when he's got the energy for it, even if he's not in his own home.] I'll walk you out.
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Thanks. And for the snacks, too. [He's looking forward to those cookies! He gestures in the direction of the door, not about to be a subpar host when he's got the energy for it, even if he's not in his own home.] I'll walk you out.