Peter doesn't laugh, exactly, so much as clear his throat in an embarrassed bark. He forgot about that shirt... not that he'll admit it was ever his. Ever.
"We should probably get moving." He's already heading to the door, not even bothering to see if the rest are following suit yet.
Astrid smiles anyway, and reaches into a pocket, producing a nondescript knitted winter hat in a dark greyish blue, which she then stretches onto October's head, pulling it down so that it covers his lack of eyebrows.
"Mhm! Now we can go." She picks up the muffins and the remaining sandwiches and shushes October out the door, and Donald after him. She does not, however, stick around to snoop, but follows right after them, instead. Admore her restraint. ADMIRE IT.
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"Tomorrow, we'll need to do some shopping."
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"We should probably get moving." He's already heading to the door, not even bothering to see if the rest are following suit yet.
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"Mhm! Now we can go." She picks up the muffins and the remaining sandwiches and shushes October out the door, and Donald after him. She does not, however, stick around to snoop, but follows right after them, instead. Admore her restraint. ADMIRE IT.
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Midlife crisis. He's old.
And following along with them, not speaking up unless someone else does.