[He's insisting. And he seems pretty nice. Too nice for it to be some sort of trick, despite all the bad stuff he was warned about this morning. And the bread was warm. Nice and warm. And it smelled so good... Alright. He can... try a bit it. Just a bit, in case it's poison or something.
Keeping a wary eye on the man, Picky tears off a piece from the end. He marvels for a moment at the steam escaping the loaf. Cool! And then he pops torn-off piece into his mouth.]
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Keeping a wary eye on the man, Picky tears off a piece from the end. He marvels for a moment at the steam escaping the loaf. Cool! And then he pops torn-off piece into his mouth.]
...s'good!
[And he sounds honestly surprised by that.]