Sure, okay, pickles are fine. They take it and shove the bread into their mouth so their hands are free to open it.
...Or. To try. It's pretty freaking shut, so much that they get the bread down before it loosens even a little.
"Thanks," they say belatedly. "Um, if we met before, I mighta forgot. Sorry." They say this very, very casually, barely looking up. The stranger does look sorta familiar, but not enough to dredge up a name.
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Date: 2019-09-01 08:35 am (UTC)...Or. To try. It's pretty freaking shut, so much that they get the bread down before it loosens even a little.
"Thanks," they say belatedly. "Um, if we met before, I mighta forgot. Sorry." They say this very, very casually, barely looking up. The stranger does look sorta familiar, but not enough to dredge up a name.