[His shoulders jump in surprise, and he turns to face Richard - still a walking pile of coats, he sees - rather than let his personal space be invaded.]
Breakfast cereal? [He looks over the box. "Sweetened multigrain cereal," it reads.] Guess so...
It's made out of some kind of grain, but they were too lazy to be more specific.
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Breakfast cereal? [He looks over the box. "Sweetened multigrain cereal," it reads.] Guess so...
It's made out of some kind of grain, but they were too lazy to be more specific.