[Wilhelm, always revolving around his own failings, has the habit of assuming that his problems are peculiar to himself. That he struggles with things that nobody else does, making mountains out of what everybody else sees as molehills. It's always reassuring to hear that someone else has been there too.
As Hilda applies oil to the vegetables, he eyes the rack of spices. Salt is probably a good place to start. Everything has salt, right? Come to think of it, should they have salted the shrimp...?]
Yeah, I can see how that would make things kind of rough. [Being on completely different pages from each other, on top of being tossed into a strange new world. He frowns.] Are you guys okay now?
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As Hilda applies oil to the vegetables, he eyes the rack of spices. Salt is probably a good place to start. Everything has salt, right? Come to think of it, should they have salted the shrimp...?]
Yeah, I can see how that would make things kind of rough. [Being on completely different pages from each other, on top of being tossed into a strange new world. He frowns.] Are you guys okay now?