[He plops down on the nearest tall chair — one of those tall, round tables that fits two people, three max. And hey, he swings right back into pleased mode, because he ordered some nachos, yeah? He's aces now — nothin' holdin' him back!
Until Quill asks that.
Then it's a long stare, as he tries to figure out what he's even talking about.]
Uh. A sandwich this morning? A hot pocket and some cup of noodles before I went out?
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Until Quill asks that.
Then it's a long stare, as he tries to figure out what he's even talking about.]
Uh. A sandwich this morning? A hot pocket and some cup of noodles before I went out?
[Nailed it.]