[He smiles meagerly and gives a shrug. It really doesn't matter what goes into his stomach as long as something does. That said, choice is not often available to him, so if she insists...]
Don’t suppose they’d have— [Shit on a shingle? She wouldn’t recognize the phrase.] —sausage and gravy? To go on bread.
[He hopes it’s clear enough what he means. Even if it’s not, he can make do with whatever else there is. The thought of something comfortable and familiar is just nice, really. Though he also doesn’t bother pointing out he eats for three people. She’s good enough to offer even if only because he probably saved her earnings for the night, and it isn't worth taking advantage of that for a full stomach. It'd be damn rude.]
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Don’t suppose they’d have— [Shit on a shingle? She wouldn’t recognize the phrase.] —sausage and gravy? To go on bread.
[He hopes it’s clear enough what he means. Even if it’s not, he can make do with whatever else there is. The thought of something comfortable and familiar is just nice, really. Though he also doesn’t bother pointing out he eats for three people. She’s good enough to offer even if only because he probably saved her earnings for the night, and it isn't worth taking advantage of that for a full stomach. It'd be damn rude.]