[There's no reason that should pull a blush out of him, and yet it does. He hides it under a laugh, shaking his head at Hilda.]
I'm full of secrets. Very mysterious.
[He wriggles his fingers for emphasis. Knife in hand, he shifts his focus to the heap of shrimp. Their beady lifeless eyes stare back. Grimacing, he presses the blade to where he thinks the neck is — it's hard to tell when its whole body is basically a tube. It takes a few tries, but eventually he musters the proper force to whack the shrimp's head off.]
sorry for slow
I'm full of secrets. Very mysterious.
[He wriggles his fingers for emphasis. Knife in hand, he shifts his focus to the heap of shrimp. Their beady lifeless eyes stare back. Grimacing, he presses the blade to where he thinks the neck is — it's hard to tell when its whole body is basically a tube. It takes a few tries, but eventually he musters the proper force to whack the shrimp's head off.]