[George snorts. It's the closest he has come to a real laugh in...when? It's hard to recall. As short-lived as it is, there's still a small hint of it lingering in his expression by the time Jorah returns.]
I wouldn't know "noble" if it bit me in the ass. You don't see nothin' like that in California. Not where I hang my hat, 'least.
[He carefully pulls the bean can away from the fire and works his small blade into the lid in a practiced move that cuts the tin all around the edges.]
Jes' beans. Doubt I'll eat 'em all if you want some.
[The little knife has a lot of purposes, now doubling as a fork and a spoon as he scoops some into his mouth.]
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[George snorts. It's the closest he has come to a real laugh in...when? It's hard to recall. As short-lived as it is, there's still a small hint of it lingering in his expression by the time Jorah returns.]
I wouldn't know "noble" if it bit me in the ass. You don't see nothin' like that in California. Not where I hang my hat, 'least.
[He carefully pulls the bean can away from the fire and works his small blade into the lid in a practiced move that cuts the tin all around the edges.]
Jes' beans. Doubt I'll eat 'em all if you want some.
[The little knife has a lot of purposes, now doubling as a fork and a spoon as he scoops some into his mouth.]