Matt's mouth twists into a frown, the space between his eyebrows creasing as he "looks" at Foggy. In truth he's looking at Foggy's silhouette in his world on fire, tracking where Foggy's voice is coming from. He looks—offended, kind of, like he honestly believes he is much sneakier than Foggy gives him credit for.]
Your sanity's fine. [He should probably be reassuring about that, right? This is him being reassuring. Granted, Matt is not exactly the model of mental health right now, but he tried.
He tilts his head up a little, sniffs the air like a bloodhound. He moves, feeling out the cupboards and the drawers, before he pulls a handle open and frowns at the packages and jars all stacked and sorted.. It's hard to tell which package is which even with his senses, so he sighs at last.]
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Matt's mouth twists into a frown, the space between his eyebrows creasing as he "looks" at Foggy. In truth he's looking at Foggy's silhouette in his world on fire, tracking where Foggy's voice is coming from. He looks—offended, kind of, like he honestly believes he is much sneakier than Foggy gives him credit for.]
Your sanity's fine. [He should probably be reassuring about that, right? This is him being reassuring. Granted, Matt is not exactly the model of mental health right now, but he tried.
He tilts his head up a little, sniffs the air like a bloodhound. He moves, feeling out the cupboards and the drawers, before he pulls a handle open and frowns at the packages and jars all stacked and sorted.. It's hard to tell which package is which even with his senses, so he sighs at last.]
Which one of these is—is the blueberry jam?