[ bonding with others is hard indeed. Johnny is actually looking for an excuse to get out of this party and go hang out with his horse, instead; even after a few months, he feels out of place among these people and alien to their ways. Slow Dancer might be poor at keeping up conversation, but at least she's familiar and seems to enjoy his company. Sadly, it's a little difficult for him to discreetly pull away from the festivities while he's wheelchair-bound, so there he sits for a while longer, nibbling without appetite at a small bread roll.
At least he's spared being called on like a waiter. Nobody would mistake him for one! ]
I know it's edible, [ he replies blandly. ] You mean when did I get to the banquet, or when did I wake up in this world?
froop loop my beloved
At least he's spared being called on like a waiter. Nobody would mistake him for one! ]
I know it's edible, [ he replies blandly. ] You mean when did I get to the banquet, or when did I wake up in this world?