[honestly? pietro doesn't need to sit, but this guy sounds quite polite for some reason (the accent?), and so— pietro does, going over to the chair tucked against the wall. almost immediately, he starts bouncing his leg, even as the man starts to pull out all sorts of things from his pockets.
why does he have all these things in there?
—but, ah, that all doesn't matter when pietro sees the stale biscuits.]
Plenty more?
[he puts his hand out, expecting to be given out maybe a couple.]
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why does he have all these things in there?
—but, ah, that all doesn't matter when pietro sees the stale biscuits.]
Plenty more?
[he puts his hand out, expecting to be given out maybe a couple.]
Was that a baseball?