[The rice is grown, but Paul's grasp of verbs is still imperfect. Unfortunately for the both of them, he's not able to distinguish her incredulity at the concept of making rice from her general incredulity at the whole absurd state of him.]
Of course you wash it.
[Paul tilts his head, now just a little incredulous himself. There's not knowing much, and there's knowing nothing.]
...but is there anything else? I do want to know. It's the least I can do to save my reputation.
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Of course you wash it.
[Paul tilts his head, now just a little incredulous himself. There's not knowing much, and there's knowing nothing.]
...but is there anything else? I do want to know. It's the least I can do to save my reputation.