[Malcolm looks tired himself, and his smart clothes are back home while he's only using what was thrown in his overnight bag. He'll go home, sure. Today, even. But he wasn't going to make a special trip just to get a nicer shirt and fancier trousers.
Carolina looks much better, and, in some ways, worse. He's not sure if he should broach any subject that has anything to do with the night, wounds included, so he doesn't bring it up, not yet.]
As long as it looks like food, smells like food, and tastes like food, I can't say I mind what it is.
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Carolina looks much better, and, in some ways, worse. He's not sure if he should broach any subject that has anything to do with the night, wounds included, so he doesn't bring it up, not yet.]
As long as it looks like food, smells like food, and tastes like food, I can't say I mind what it is.