[ Abel drops the crab in, narrowly avoiding the angry claw that tries to take another swipe at him as gravity does its work. He's not really sure of the value of, well, anything around here just yet, so at hearing it marked as worth a sip of wine, he peers down at the hateful crustacean below and tries to envision what else it could go for. However, his attention snaps back quickly as the suggestion is made. ]
A team?
[ There's a moody part of him that had been considering never wanting to be a part of a team ever again, not but five minutes before. But post-pinch? This sounds delightful, and he's glad for the opportunity to be around the bucket-toting man. ]
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A team?
[ There's a moody part of him that had been considering never wanting to be a part of a team ever again, not but five minutes before. But post-pinch? This sounds delightful, and he's glad for the opportunity to be around the bucket-toting man. ]
You want to? Yes, okay. Let's do it!