[Richard accepts the hand with a smile and pulls himself up.]
Oh, your bag. Please allow me to help you.
[He reaches over to pick up the bag of groceries because that's what you do when you're feeling sick and someone offers to help you: you offer to carry their stuff.
No, he really wouldn't have lived past twelve without Lambda, and not just because of the assassination attempts.]
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Oh, your bag. Please allow me to help you.
[He reaches over to pick up the bag of groceries because that's what you do when you're feeling sick and someone offers to help you: you offer to carry their stuff.
No, he really wouldn't have lived past twelve without Lambda, and not just because of the assassination attempts.]