[He wasn't sure what kind of answer he was expecting, maybe a joke at his expense, but it certainly wasn't that. Daryl's eyes dropped away from her and back to the soap. He let his fingers rest on one of the bars, thumb rubbing it lightly as he processed what she was saying. They were things he liked, sure, but he couldn't understand why she hadn't just gotten straight up rocks. The bacon and eggs... he could kind of understand that.
Daryl ducked his head and let his bangs shadow his face as he peeked out at her through them. His voice softening with his continued confusion.]
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Daryl ducked his head and let his bangs shadow his face as he peeked out at her through them. His voice softening with his continued confusion.]
But why soap? Why not just... rocks?