[Aaagh. That was real. He'd nearly forgotten about that very disturbing chess set.
Ugh. Nope. Sorry, Bill, screaming chess doesn't sound like a good time. Ford leans in, jabs a finger at the screen.]
Reading, on opposite sides of the library. Silently. With no eye contact.
[He doesn't expect this to be agreed to, either. But he has no idea what compromise is going to look like either, and in the absence of an answer, this has taken on the cadence of bartering.]
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Ugh. Nope. Sorry, Bill, screaming chess doesn't sound like a good time. Ford leans in, jabs a finger at the screen.]
Reading, on opposite sides of the library. Silently. With no eye contact.
[He doesn't expect this to be agreed to, either. But he has no idea what compromise is going to look like either, and in the absence of an answer, this has taken on the cadence of bartering.]