[ Ivan is more or less just along for the ride as they head back over to the food table, like the world's gangliest balloon. ]
That's the one.
[ The only damn pie on the table, indeed.
He just sort of gamely tolerates the manhandling — what choice does he have? — as it at least gets him a bit closer to the ground so he doesn't have to eat a slice of pie while floating upside-down. He manages to hook a leg around a nearby chair to keep himself a bit more grounded.
Ivan takes the pie with a nod of thinks, and takes a bite. It still tastes the same but... ah. He's feeling a bit less floaty? It seems he's slowly drifting back to the ground. ]
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That's the one.
[ The only damn pie on the table, indeed.
He just sort of gamely tolerates the manhandling — what choice does he have? — as it at least gets him a bit closer to the ground so he doesn't have to eat a slice of pie while floating upside-down. He manages to hook a leg around a nearby chair to keep himself a bit more grounded.
Ivan takes the pie with a nod of thinks, and takes a bite. It still tastes the same but... ah. He's feeling a bit less floaty? It seems he's slowly drifting back to the ground. ]
Oh. Thank god.