[Just a noncommital grunt - if it didn't make the chickens sick it shouldn't make two guys many, many times their size sick either - and then he glances back and forth before answering. Nope, still not gonna offer yet.]
Called a kuim. Asato grows 'em, but the next batch won't be ready for - months.
[It's with that caveat that he shifts to pull out his pocketknife, slices off a piece and pauses, not sure how to hand it over without immediately trying to grab it back. Fuck masks, man. Uh. Finally his eyes light on a coaster and slaps it toward himself, thumbs off the fruit, and slides it over without looking.]
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[Just a noncommital grunt - if it didn't make the chickens sick it shouldn't make two guys many, many times their size sick either - and then he glances back and forth before answering. Nope, still not gonna offer yet.]
Called a kuim. Asato grows 'em, but the next batch won't be ready for - months.
[It's with that caveat that he shifts to pull out his pocketknife, slices off a piece and pauses, not sure how to hand it over without immediately trying to grab it back. Fuck masks, man. Uh. Finally his eyes light on a coaster and slaps it toward himself, thumbs off the fruit, and slides it over without looking.]