[Now he's going to have to eat this stuff, isn't he? He realizes he'd kill for Poland to be whining at him to make paluszki or something and isn't sure how to feel about that.]
I don't have much of an appetite...
[It's not even a lie, really. His headache throbs and he sits down at the table, letting his head drop onto it and looking at least four times more worried than usual.]
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I don't have much of an appetite...
[It's not even a lie, really. His headache throbs and he sits down at the table, letting his head drop onto it and looking at least four times more worried than usual.]