[ Jeff spends a fair amount of time in the mess hall. It's the dad in him: there's a lot of young people, and he wants to make sure they've got food to eat! And no, he's not desperately overcompensating in a futile attempt to keep from drowning in his own grief and depression over being separated from his daughter! HOW DARE YOU IMPLY OTHERWISE.
Anyway, he's making sandwiches. ]
Oh hey! Hi!
[ A beat as he furrows his brow and mulls over that question. ]
You mean like... in nature? Or is it, like, a riddle...?
bright spots!
Anyway, he's making sandwiches. ]
Oh hey! Hi!
[ A beat as he furrows his brow and mulls over that question. ]
You mean like... in nature? Or is it, like, a riddle...?