"Don't be so sure." He replies, fishing out a plastic spork from utensils. There's a beat, as he allows that to hang in the air before he looks over at Matt. "Relax. I was kidding. Friends share food too, so I've been told."
He enjoys several bites, savoring the flavors and holy shit. It was everything he didn't know he needed today. "My compliments to Ms. Badass Grandma. I should send her some money."
Stolen, of course, but that's neither here nor there. As he eats, he spares a glance towards what he brought and within seconds, the art supplies begin setting themselves up. The easel unfolds, and the canvas settles atop it.
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Date: 2020-11-25 04:39 am (UTC)He enjoys several bites, savoring the flavors and holy shit. It was everything he didn't know he needed today. "My compliments to Ms. Badass Grandma. I should send her some money."
Stolen, of course, but that's neither here nor there. As he eats, he spares a glance towards what he brought and within seconds, the art supplies begin setting themselves up. The easel unfolds, and the canvas settles atop it.