[is it wrong for him to sort of from experience the basics of what pal is probably wondering and not assuring him the dumplings would probably be fine sitting out a little while. no slime, and even the secrets of reheating...?

maybe, but he's learned to sacrifice in the name of the greater good. aka getting pal to eat a dumpling. he has high hopes for these, maybe the fact they're food packaged neatly in other food will appeal to him. if they could break into the dumpling market that would be a huge win for pal's future meals.]

Try to land on the couch if you do. If it helps I plan on watching from the window like a sensible person not gifted with particularly robust blood circulation.

[disgustingly cozy really, to do work with a hot mug of something likely mushroom related given the trench, watching rio wiggle her way through the snow banks and terrorize anyone foolish enough to get close. he grabs one of the piles to start leafing through though, excellent help that he is. it says a lot about love that he actually knows what form pal means without any further clarification.

listening to your husband when he talks about the paperwork and retaining it, it is a love language.]