[ Right. Dead. As Bariyan had figured. Bariyan leaves it at that; there's little else to say, and anything he could say was, in his mind, already known. I'm sorry.
Martin starts moving before Bariyan's even fully processed Koltira's request, so he shrugs and lets the boy handle it. Bariyan instead turns to look at the oven, a little anxiously. Is it supposed... to make noises....
He takes a drink. It occurs to him that he ought to stop staring at the oven and make himself useful. He finally puts his glass down and moves to the other side of the counter, trying to remember what else is involved with dinner. Silverware...? He pulls open a drawer and starts to count out-- wait.
Bariyan spends a few moments wondering hard about zombie biology. ]
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Martin starts moving before Bariyan's even fully processed Koltira's request, so he shrugs and lets the boy handle it. Bariyan instead turns to look at the oven, a little anxiously. Is it supposed... to make noises....
He takes a drink. It occurs to him that he ought to stop staring at the oven and make himself useful. He finally puts his glass down and moves to the other side of the counter, trying to remember what else is involved with dinner. Silverware...? He pulls open a drawer and starts to count out-- wait.
Bariyan spends a few moments wondering hard about zombie biology. ]