[He's been taking small bites of chowder and bread as they talk. It's delicious, of course, but he's barely tasting it. Still, Jusis will eat every last bit.
He frowns for a moment in thought. That's unexpected.]
A ghost of me? Interesting... I suppose there's some truth to that, however. Yes, that would've been Uncle Hammond. He owns a restaurant in Düsseldorf, and my mother used to work there as a waitress. When I was a child, I'd often stay with him at the restaurant after school, sometimes with friends.
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I apologize for the reminder.
[He's been taking small bites of chowder and bread as they talk. It's delicious, of course, but he's barely tasting it. Still, Jusis will eat every last bit.
He frowns for a moment in thought. That's unexpected.]
A ghost of me? Interesting... I suppose there's some truth to that, however. Yes, that would've been Uncle Hammond. He owns a restaurant in Düsseldorf, and my mother used to work there as a waitress. When I was a child, I'd often stay with him at the restaurant after school, sometimes with friends.