[ Being on the sea in robes had gone just about as well as it had when Misato had led him out into the current. Bellamy's damp and stifled under the layers, and expects to stay that way until he can dry out the fabric, but the curls of Murphy's contentment wedge their way into his mind and hold everything else at bay. Bellamy's caught off guard by it. He hadn't expected this from Murphy, and that draws him over to investigate as much as the appetizing smell of roasting meat. ]
We're going to need to wash your robes after this.
[ Though surely Murphy knows that. ]
It smells good, Murphy.
[ And it reminds him of finding Murphy in the kitchens with a cookbook, and the way that stew had tasted when Murphy had doled it out. The memory lingers in his mind as he observes Murphy's work, trying to decide whether or not to beg for a plate just yet. ]
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We're going to need to wash your robes after this.
[ Though surely Murphy knows that. ]
It smells good, Murphy.
[ And it reminds him of finding Murphy in the kitchens with a cookbook, and the way that stew had tasted when Murphy had doled it out. The memory lingers in his mind as he observes Murphy's work, trying to decide whether or not to beg for a plate just yet. ]