[ He takes the burrito and slides his falafel plate over. ]
Here? [ a beat ] Or--
[ He trails off, stops himself. Not something they're supposed to be chatting about out in the open, where they come from. This whole Displaced situation.
He eyes the burrito for only a second before diving in, taking the first bite. It's crunchy, which is a texture he's not sure he's a fan of, but otherwise all he tastes is whatever spices ended up mixed into the recipe. Edible, so long as he's not thinking too hard about it. ]
no subject
Here? [ a beat ] Or--
[ He trails off, stops himself. Not something they're supposed to be chatting about out in the open, where they come from. This whole Displaced situation.
He eyes the burrito for only a second before diving in, taking the first bite. It's crunchy, which is a texture he's not sure he's a fan of, but otherwise all he tastes is whatever spices ended up mixed into the recipe. Edible, so long as he's not thinking too hard about it. ]