He is caring and kind, more often resembling an elaborate baked good than a person, and frequently pessimistic, but he is not selfless. Not in the sense that, were someone in trouble, he would avoid helping them - no, Ned is not selfless in that he tends to postulate what it might be like to have someone from home here. He tends to consider the consequences of his actions long before the actions have been taken, and more rarely, he brings dead things back to life for longer than sixty seconds.
It has been three months, six days, eleven hours and four minutes since the Pie Maker last arrived in Wonderland, soaked with snowmelt and damp with distress, a listless baker in the diner who did his very best to carry on in the way that The Girl Named Chuck might find admirable, acceptable.
Up to his elbows in dough Ned's gaze trails lazily to his communicator as it flickers to life. His hands turn to fists in the flour, his breath catches in his throat like a particularly dry piece of toast and he fumbles for the CALL button.]
Chuck!
[he chokes, frantically wiping his fingers off on his apron.]
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He is caring and kind, more often resembling an elaborate baked good than a person, and frequently pessimistic, but he is not selfless. Not in the sense that, were someone in trouble, he would avoid helping them - no, Ned is not selfless in that he tends to postulate what it might be like to have someone from home here. He tends to consider the consequences of his actions long before the actions have been taken, and more rarely, he brings dead things back to life for longer than sixty seconds.
It has been three months, six days, eleven hours and four minutes since the Pie Maker last arrived in Wonderland, soaked with snowmelt and damp with distress, a listless baker in the diner who did his very best to carry on in the way that The Girl Named Chuck might find admirable, acceptable.
Up to his elbows in dough Ned's gaze trails lazily to his communicator as it flickers to life. His hands turn to fists in the flour, his breath catches in his throat like a particularly dry piece of toast and he fumbles for the CALL button.]
Chuck!
[he chokes, frantically wiping his fingers off on his apron.]
Chuck, it's- it's me, I'm here!