"Most unfortunately," Weyoun sighs rather theatrically and frowns.
Weyoun settles forward in his chair. His elbows end up on the table, his chin leaning against his hands. Of course it'll be different than what he's used to, but that's the fun part, isn't it. "What are you making?"
He watches with interest. It's not a feigned sort of interest, either; when he was a kid he'd sneak in the kitchen and watch, too. "Our mothers have something in common. Though... very different circumstances."
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on 2013-07-26 06:23 am (UTC)Weyoun settles forward in his chair. His elbows end up on the table, his chin leaning against his hands. Of course it'll be different than what he's used to, but that's the fun part, isn't it. "What are you making?"
He watches with interest. It's not a feigned sort of interest, either; when he was a kid he'd sneak in the kitchen and watch, too. "Our mothers have something in common. Though... very different circumstances."