[It is decidedly not cool, but he doesn't know what else to say. He just sits for a beat, until their food's delivered and he perks back up. He digs into the sandwich right away, adjusting an errant hanging piece of bacon before taking three huge bites in quick succession. It's a mix of surviving on a lot less here than he was used to and just... his usual appetite. He chews quick, bringing up the back of his hand to his mouth to be polite and cover it while looking back up at Oliver.
Conversation is hard to have when you would rather die than not finish this sandwich, so he's going to keep at it for a few more bites. It came served in four thick triangles, and he makes it through two before... pausing. He sits back, hand to his chest, letting it all slowly sink down. Funny how his brain always thinks his stomach can handle more than it really can.]
... Maybe I'll take the other half home.
[Or else he'll make himself sick. He wraps the cookies in a napkin, sliding them into his pocket before licking his upper lip. He's a bit paler, and seems to sigh after a beat. His undead existence is making for a bit of a snag in his eating habits.]
Every time I get super hungry like this, I think I can bite off more than I can really chew. It kinda sucks. I still really appreciate it though.
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[It is decidedly not cool, but he doesn't know what else to say. He just sits for a beat, until their food's delivered and he perks back up. He digs into the sandwich right away, adjusting an errant hanging piece of bacon before taking three huge bites in quick succession. It's a mix of surviving on a lot less here than he was used to and just... his usual appetite. He chews quick, bringing up the back of his hand to his mouth to be polite and cover it while looking back up at Oliver.
Conversation is hard to have when you would rather die than not finish this sandwich, so he's going to keep at it for a few more bites. It came served in four thick triangles, and he makes it through two before... pausing. He sits back, hand to his chest, letting it all slowly sink down. Funny how his brain always thinks his stomach can handle more than it really can.]
... Maybe I'll take the other half home.
[Or else he'll make himself sick. He wraps the cookies in a napkin, sliding them into his pocket before licking his upper lip. He's a bit paler, and seems to sigh after a beat. His undead existence is making for a bit of a snag in his eating habits.]
Every time I get super hungry like this, I think I can bite off more than I can really chew. It kinda sucks. I still really appreciate it though.