[ The thought of sharing a room with some kid has him reconsidering his options. Like living in the freakin' woods or under some pile of rocks would be much preferred. Worse comes to worst, he'll craft some kind of a camp for himself made of whatever he finds (or steals, whatever, he ain't picky) around Solvunn.
But ... ]
Yeah? [ He feels a little awkward, but he clears his throat and shrugs a shoulder. ] Sure. Yeah, okay.
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But ... ]
Yeah? [ He feels a little awkward, but he clears his throat and shrugs a shoulder. ] Sure. Yeah, okay.
[ That's a 'thank you', in Rocket-speak. ]