[Cliff flopped back into his seat upon return and gave his crablegs a once over. The broken legs and scattered bits of sweet meat were still strewn on the plate adjacent to the remaining, unbroken pieces exactly as he remembered them. The napkin that he used and tossed back in haste was untouched.]
...huh. [He speared a fried dumpling and bit part of it off.] Didn't expect to be able to trust them with that.
I do try~
...huh. [He speared a fried dumpling and bit part of it off.] Didn't expect to be able to trust them with that.