[Bits and peices. The moment when he takes the apron of rattles something loose- suddenly he's assaulted with the scent of salt and cheese and gravy-]
...poutine?
[Why does that word mean something to him? It tastes of potato and mushroom and curds. Nevermind. He falls into step with Eugene, shaking his head.]
I do not recall much of my stay here- not readily. It is all distant- pieces come to me. Such as your name, the- you made me poutine. Fried potatoes and cheese curds and gravy. Jack got salt all down the front of his shirt.
let's do dis
...poutine?
[Why does that word mean something to him? It tastes of potato and mushroom and curds. Nevermind. He falls into step with Eugene, shaking his head.]
I do not recall much of my stay here- not readily. It is all distant- pieces come to me. Such as your name, the- you made me poutine. Fried potatoes and cheese curds and gravy. Jack got salt all down the front of his shirt.