[Really unprecedented, and this is coming from a guy who has probably three people's worth of pancakes in front of him, which he is happily working his way through when Bond takes a seat across from him. Not that he's judging, because it's definitely not as big a portion as say, a hungry super soldier might go through, but still.
Bond doesn't need to say anything - if anything, this actually feels nice and familiar, like he's back at some army mess or just sitting around in the open going through whatever chow they'd managed to get their hands on. Bond might be from his future, but he still feels more like a buddy in a way most other people on board can't quite get at.]
Or I'm just sick of sitting on my ass looking at the same four walls. [Which he is. And he is feeling better, but.]
You want some toast with those eggs? [Pot, meet kettle.]
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Bond doesn't need to say anything - if anything, this actually feels nice and familiar, like he's back at some army mess or just sitting around in the open going through whatever chow they'd managed to get their hands on. Bond might be from his future, but he still feels more like a buddy in a way most other people on board can't quite get at.]
Or I'm just sick of sitting on my ass looking at the same four walls. [Which he is. And he is feeling better, but.]
You want some toast with those eggs? [Pot, meet kettle.]