Casually, Eames drops two kernels of popcorn to the pot on the table, waiting to see if John will see his bet before he'll deal the next two community cards.
"I suppose that's a good thing for you," he says with a mild chuckle. "Bloody trouble that seems, doesn't it?" But the way John describes it doesn't sound like it's the most stress free job out there. "What kind of messages do they leave?"
If you had to squeeze all you left unsaid in your life into one single message, it probably wouldn't be about leaving milk to go sour on the table.
He lets John make that assumption, not denying or confirming. "I would have assumed that other kind of merits would make a bloke popular here," he muses with a small, crooked smirk.
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"I suppose that's a good thing for you," he says with a mild chuckle. "Bloody trouble that seems, doesn't it?" But the way John describes it doesn't sound like it's the most stress free job out there. "What kind of messages do they leave?"
If you had to squeeze all you left unsaid in your life into one single message, it probably wouldn't be about leaving milk to go sour on the table.
He lets John make that assumption, not denying or confirming. "I would have assumed that other kind of merits would make a bloke popular here," he muses with a small, crooked smirk.