[Picky takes the loaf of bread, but just stares at it. What's he going to do with a loaf of bread? There was bread at home, right? He frowns, shakes his head, and then offers it back to the man.]
I'm not hungry. There's food at home. This is your bread. It's okay. Here.
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I'm not hungry. There's food at home. This is your bread. It's okay. Here.