[ With the coffee brewing, Wash pulls down two mugs and then reaches for the bread to make himself some toast. That's about when Maine gives his little grunt of agreement, and however belated it is it still makes Wash oddly happy. Their track record with saving the dead so far in Hadriel hasn't been great, Tex and Alpha and York all going back before anything could be done for them, but although his instincts scream not to get his hopes up... it's Maine. He can't help it. Maybe there'll be a way Maine can meet his recruits after all.
His bread in the toaster, the bag gets lifted in Maine's direction to ask if he wants any, without words. His other hand comes up to touch his own throat -- would toast be okay? They can come up with something gentler, even if everything here is canned or preserved or powdered. ]
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His bread in the toaster, the bag gets lifted in Maine's direction to ask if he wants any, without words. His other hand comes up to touch his own throat -- would toast be okay? They can come up with something gentler, even if everything here is canned or preserved or powdered. ]
You want to raid the cupboards instead?