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Stomach’s makin’ the loudest noise - ‘cause man - he’s been travelin’ longer than - just longer than whatever miles there is to mile [ it’s incomprehensible, no use makin’ sense out of it ]. And he’s been to no food place through getting here and it was the closest place he’s got. So he’ll settle himself in front of the counter, lowering his head with a hug if his own stomach - askin’ in a clearly agonizing tone. 

Always the curious fella that he is - seein’ someone focused on something is fascinating - people could get away from the world and get lost in somethin’ totally different than reality. Right now, he’ll see her draw - forming the widest o’s with his mouth and cooing his captivation with oo’s. He’s no artist himself but he’ll send in two cents to what he thinks looks cool [ hopefully not interruptin’ or pryin’ too much ].