[Benjamin hadn't looked too closely at the spread of items just yet, but his attention is pulled to the item that Salieri reaches for.
And indeed, the assortment of items, some bound in a leather sleeve and the rest separate, elicits an excited gasp of recognition. He reaches out and touches the leather strop, unrolls the sleeve, and his smile only grows when he sees the tools laid out there.]
These are-
No offense to your last gift, sir, I've been putting them to good use. But these are my tools. The ones that I use, back in London.
[Literally! There's a little "B. Barker" burned into the leather on the inside of the roll of combs and scissors.
He offers his hand for a grateful handshake (gentlemen, is it gay to hug?).]
You've done so much for me, my friend. I don't know how I can repay you.
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And indeed, the assortment of items, some bound in a leather sleeve and the rest separate, elicits an excited gasp of recognition. He reaches out and touches the leather strop, unrolls the sleeve, and his smile only grows when he sees the tools laid out there.]
These are-
No offense to your last gift, sir, I've been putting them to good use. But these are my tools. The ones that I use, back in London.
[Literally! There's a little "B. Barker" burned into the leather on the inside of the roll of combs and scissors.
He offers his hand for a grateful handshake (gentlemen, is it gay to hug?).]
You've done so much for me, my friend. I don't know how I can repay you.