He can't help the laugh. (In this world, Luther's simultaneously sterner — his job asks much of him, demands a certain breed of ruthlessness — and somehow more relaxed. Quicker to wield that trained charm, the camera-ready smile. There's less weight on his shoulders, both literal and metaphorical.)
"You know, you're joking, but the government did actually have me enter an eating competition once. For publicity. Turns out I can eat a whole hot dog in a single bite. I was still pretty damned sick by the end of it, though, so never again."
A faint, nagging memory: he'd done the same as a kid, snuck out with his siblings, eaten himself ill on too many donuts in childish exuberance.
He ignores the memory. It's irrelevant. He hasn't seen them in a decade; never will again, unless the Porter decides to heave his siblings through now, and that seems unlikely.
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"You know, you're joking, but the government did actually have me enter an eating competition once. For publicity. Turns out I can eat a whole hot dog in a single bite. I was still pretty damned sick by the end of it, though, so never again."
A faint, nagging memory: he'd done the same as a kid, snuck out with his siblings, eaten himself ill on too many donuts in childish exuberance.
He ignores the memory. It's irrelevant. He hasn't seen them in a decade; never will again, unless the Porter decides to heave his siblings through now, and that seems unlikely.