[The array of food is considered, then a spot a bit off to her side; he doesn't seem to much like looking directly at her. ... Or anyone, really.]
I don't.. mind company, exactly.
[It invited attachments he couldn't afford, but this wasn't just going to suddenly turn into another unexpected round of being declared friends, he's sure of it. It's just food.]
I'm sixteen. Somewhere between fifteen and seventeen, usually I split the difference.
[But if he's going to try to pick something that both didn't look like it might upset his digestion AND be recognizable, he's in for a hard time. Eventually he settles on some sort of thin sliced cooked meat roll stuffed with herbs that by the smell of it, is glazed in honey. It's a gooey mess and leaves strings when cautiously picked up.]
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I don't.. mind company, exactly.
[It invited attachments he couldn't afford, but this wasn't just going to suddenly turn into another unexpected round of being declared friends, he's sure of it. It's just food.]
I'm sixteen. Somewhere between fifteen and seventeen, usually I split the difference.
[But if he's going to try to pick something that both didn't look like it might upset his digestion AND be recognizable, he's in for a hard time. Eventually he settles on some sort of thin sliced cooked meat roll stuffed with herbs that by the smell of it, is glazed in honey. It's a gooey mess and leaves strings when cautiously picked up.]
..What about these?