[that silly ask does prompt Knife to look over with a quick squint.]
...Eat it later? [obviously? what kind of question--] It's good until it smells like rot. [and even then? still a chance.
...though they didn't anticipate so many beverages. hell, whatever. if they hate them, they can dump them easily; they are not afraid to litter.
they're already greedily grabbing bags, though these sticky fingers seem ambivalent to the one thing that may be worth pilfering: napkins. never met her.]
no subject
...Eat it later? [obviously? what kind of question--] It's good until it smells like rot. [and even then? still a chance.
...though they didn't anticipate so many beverages. hell, whatever. if they hate them, they can dump them easily; they are not afraid to litter.
they're already greedily grabbing bags, though these sticky fingers seem ambivalent to the one thing that may be worth pilfering: napkins. never met her.]