Oh okay. Cool. With their new acquaintance not seeming to be interested in stopping them, Kris takes the opportunity to kind of... scale their way to the top shelf. They're clambering back down a few moments later, a sizable bundle of snacks under one arm, and they approach just in time to register the other's words.
"...Welcome." Shrugging, they hold out another jar. Peanut butter, this time. Hopefully the kid isn't allergic.
"...Any chance, your name isn't an anagram, is it?"
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Date: 2019-09-01 09:14 am (UTC)"...Welcome." Shrugging, they hold out another jar. Peanut butter, this time. Hopefully the kid isn't allergic.
"...Any chance, your name isn't an anagram, is it?"