Look Clara right in the eye and tell her that it isn't the truth, Apollo.
Meanwhile Magra blinks in surprise when he just hands her a meal in the making because while she can totally cook on her own, things that aren't ramen and stuff, it isn't every day this sort of thing happens. She looks kind of uncomfortable at the sudden kind gesture of poultry meals.
"This is really nice of you to do Mr. Apollo but-- Um. Time out for a quickie." Just give her a second or three to have her put the items precariously on some bags of Jelly Babies and a few boxes of Jaffa Cakes. Clara is left staring at the slightly swaying pile tower with worry, hovering close to see if she can prevent it from falling while Magar spoke. "Super cool for you to do but I don't wanna be any trouble or make you feel like you have to help me out. You already did that with... Um, you know."
What happened last month when she got kidnapped by vampires. She winces at the memory and rubs the side of her neck out of phantom pain. She tries to smile, waving her hand as if to shake off the bad vibes off her person. "Besides! You're gonna need to replenish your chicken stuff and what happens if it means you go over budget? You might need to part with some of your coffee over there and that would be di-sas-trous."
"I think you can live without a tub," Clara remarks with a bit more cheer (but with the same amount of worry) in her voice as she keeps the leaning tower of calories from falling down. "Maybe. And that's a smart choice, Apollo! Magra's been meaning to eat more lean meat along with her greens. Takes up too much of her grandfather at times, I swear."
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Meanwhile Magra blinks in surprise when he just hands her a meal in the making because while she can totally cook on her own, things that aren't ramen and stuff, it isn't every day this sort of thing happens. She looks kind of uncomfortable at the sudden kind gesture of poultry meals.
"This is really nice of you to do Mr. Apollo but-- Um. Time out for a quickie." Just give her a second or three to have her put the items precariously on some bags of Jelly Babies and a few boxes of Jaffa Cakes. Clara is left staring at the slightly swaying pile tower with worry, hovering close to see if she can prevent it from falling while Magar spoke. "Super cool for you to do but I don't wanna be any trouble or make you feel like you have to help me out. You already did that with... Um, you know."
What happened last month when she got kidnapped by vampires. She winces at the memory and rubs the side of her neck out of phantom pain. She tries to smile, waving her hand as if to shake off the bad vibes off her person. "Besides! You're gonna need to replenish your chicken stuff and what happens if it means you go over budget? You might need to part with some of your coffee over there and that would be di-sas-trous."
"I think you can live without a tub," Clara remarks with a bit more cheer (but with the same amount of worry) in her voice as she keeps the leaning tower of calories from falling down. "Maybe. And that's a smart choice, Apollo! Magra's been meaning to eat more lean meat along with her greens. Takes up too much of her grandfather at times, I swear."