[ david glances back at evan again, bemused. the point? most food and drink doesn't have a point other than to be enjoyed, he thinks. ]
The point?
[ he echoes his own thoughts as he turns to lean against the counter. he does, at least, seem to consider it a little instead of just dismissing it outright despite the hint of a laugh in his voice, eyebrows pulled in thought. ]
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The point?
[ he echoes his own thoughts as he turns to lean against the counter. he does, at least, seem to consider it a little instead of just dismissing it outright despite the hint of a laugh in his voice, eyebrows pulled in thought. ]
Think the point is just that people like it.