Not sure what kind of prize I could give you. [Anders looked at him a bit sideways, popping one of the ice cubes from his drink into his mouth. For some reason he felt compelled to have something, anything in there. This didn't strike him as odd, given that he'd definitely been unable to stop himself gnawing on things or fidgeting or messing with small items like coins from time to time for pretty much his entire life. But it was a little out of the ordinary for him to be so conscious of the impulse.]
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