[Serif's about to take a sip from the ketchup bottle, but that statement is enough to make him stop. So he lowers his bottle and looks at her with a confused expression.]
What, me? You sure?
[Because uh... there's not all that much about him to envy, he's pretty sure.]
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What, me? You sure?
[Because uh... there's not all that much about him to envy, he's pretty sure.]
Why's that?