[Connie doesn't know what a malt is either, so he waits curiously to see what they bring Sasha. His own strange food is becoming even weirder. It's starting to lose the creamy easily scooped texture and become more like a thick soup. He dips a finger in it experimentally.
Still cold!]
You think they keep the ice in the back?
[But Sasha asked a question, kind of. Connie thinks it over for a while. When he picks the spoon up again and tries to scoop out the fruit he finds it gives way easily under the spoon. It has a soft texture, almost like thick, soggy bread.]
I haven't seen anyone else. They're probably keeping a low profile.
[He sets the strange fruit free off his spoon and tips his hat a little for Sasha, innocuously calling attention to his disguise. Maybe he can make her laugh. That goes a long way to feeling better when you're lost and confused. At least they're lost together.]
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Still cold!]
You think they keep the ice in the back?
[But Sasha asked a question, kind of. Connie thinks it over for a while. When he picks the spoon up again and tries to scoop out the fruit he finds it gives way easily under the spoon. It has a soft texture, almost like thick, soggy bread.]
I haven't seen anyone else. They're probably keeping a low profile.
[He sets the strange fruit free off his spoon and tips his hat a little for Sasha, innocuously calling attention to his disguise. Maybe he can make her laugh. That goes a long way to feeling better when you're lost and confused. At least they're lost together.]