[Al can't help but lean in and watch the pages turn, though his expression is one of wistful happiness than of sadness or loss. He had a lot of happy memories keeping this list of things to eat - true, it may not have stemmed from a good situation, but to him it had been a symbol of hope. To write down things to eat one day, was as good as reaffirming that he believed it would happen one day.]
...I guess you're right.
[He takes the pen in slightly clumsy fingers, as he doesn't really have the dexterity for delicate movement yet, and puts a tentative line right through the word 'chocolate', giggling like a kid caught doing something naughty.]
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...I guess you're right.
[He takes the pen in slightly clumsy fingers, as he doesn't really have the dexterity for delicate movement yet, and puts a tentative line right through the word 'chocolate', giggling like a kid caught doing something naughty.]
That feels really weird, like I'm a vandal now.