[Dave stops in the middle of getting money out of his wallet and muttering "fatass" into Breeze's chipper ear.]
What? Me--oh, uh, I.
[He'd been so distracted talking that he didn't even think of something to get himself. He looks at the offerings and oh god it's all so like fancy and real-looking and shit, what is he supposed to do. Finally, he points to a chocolate-chip cookie. That should be safe enough.]
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What? Me--oh, uh, I.
[He'd been so distracted talking that he didn't even think of something to get himself. He looks at the offerings and oh god it's all so like fancy and real-looking and shit, what is he supposed to do. Finally, he points to a chocolate-chip cookie. That should be safe enough.]
Just a cookie, I guess.