[after that sword's been secured, Martin's grip on the silverware slacks, and he presses them on the counter before trotting over the small distance to the elf, reaching out and grabbing at sleeve/gauntlet/glove??/ARTICLE OF FOREARM-BASED CLOTHING ON AN ELF to tug it.]
You'll come back, right? You'll come again. And show me how to do the rest? So it's not just cutting potato skins...
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You'll come back, right? You'll come again. And show me how to do the rest? So it's not just cutting potato skins...