[Emil, can you not feel the fact that the door is no longer here? Like, Lalli gives the wall one more pointed once-over, really trying to drive that fact home, before he takes a step back.]
Maybe? Just find the door. [A beat, a shrug, and then:] If it's here.
[He doesn't understand this stuff, either, but there's no sense in panicking about it. Tough situations call for... a cool head, you see, which is why he leaves Emil to his door-searching in order to wander back over to the table. He'll poke at various things—yes, even the spaghetti—as he continues trying to think of ways out of here. That requires more staring at the plain white walls? Boring. Stressful, but boring.
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Maybe? Just find the door. [A beat, a shrug, and then:] If it's here.
[He doesn't understand this stuff, either, but there's no sense in panicking about it. Tough situations call for... a cool head, you see, which is why he leaves Emil to his door-searching in order to wander back over to the table. He'll poke at various things—yes, even the spaghetti—as he continues trying to think of ways out of here. That requires more staring at the plain white walls? Boring. Stressful, but boring.
...He's yawnin'.]