Miniver listens. He's really glad to be essentially ignored -- he wouldn't know what to say if any of the cards DID try to talk to him. The food is good, the beer is good, the company is as good as company can be for such a shy, introverted person as Miniver is; but at the same time, as time passes, he cannot help but feel a small, gnawing loneliness deep inside him. It is a comfortable kidnapping, but the fact remains that it is, when all is said and done, a kidnapping. These are people he does not know, in a place he has never been, and there is no way out.
His distracts himself from these thoughts by collecting bits of things he thinks D'Artagnan might like to eat, tucking them into a napkin to take upstairs later.
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Date: 2007-05-30 03:21 am (UTC)His distracts himself from these thoughts by collecting bits of things he thinks D'Artagnan might like to eat, tucking them into a napkin to take upstairs later.