[She's gonna go the whole nine yards. Bless her heart. Gotta give the kid credit for being thorough, he supposes? Sure. That's a good enough word for it, he's pretty sure.]
I'm not sure if the feet are a good idea, buddy.
[He wrinkles his nose, regarding his battered sneakers - those that have been through salt and seawater, through woodland and kudzu, tramping through quicksand, sloshing across shadowy bile, and god knows what else - and considers the fact that his socks and, by extension, the odor of them, must be in a very sorry state indeed.]
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I'm not sure if the feet are a good idea, buddy.
[He wrinkles his nose, regarding his battered sneakers - those that have been through salt and seawater, through woodland and kudzu, tramping through quicksand, sloshing across shadowy bile, and god knows what else - and considers the fact that his socks and, by extension, the odor of them, must be in a very sorry state indeed.]
I think we wanna keep our lunches down.