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He was clearly appreciative of the other man's offer to take the poor, horrific creature out of sight and Danny's head bobbed in understanding.

The trash bags had fallen at least close to the dumpster - and that was good enough for Daniel, as far as he cared. While he didn't like leaving messes for other people to have to clean up after, he felt that this evening presented special circumstances in which leaving trash by the trash can as opposed to inside of it wouldn't keep him up worrying at night.

Now evil monster crabs? That was fuel for some nightmares.

"Do what you gotta do," he reiterated, forcing a smile as he intentionally avoided glancing down at the small youma. "I'll be over there - the pink door. He gestured towards the back door, dimly lit by the poor excuse for lights provided by the mall's company but the pink was distinct, at the very least. "I'll leave it unlocked for you."

And with that, Danny ushered himself quickly off to the door himself. He suppressed the growing desire to cover his ears with his hands like a child trying to avoid loud noises. Did evil crabs make a crunching sound when they were stepped on? Was it like a cockroach?

.... did he really want to find out?

Already nauseated by the concept, he twisted the doorknob to his little cafe and slipped inside, grateful for both the warmth and the distance from the trash monsters that apparently lurked outside.

"Over here!"

The voice rang out through the store, the main lights having been turned off to signify the shop's closing time while the backup lights continued to dimly shine, giving them enough light in the main area for the two men to see.

Danny was standing behind the counter by the time his new companion had reappeared, already busy at work. He'd gone into the back to pull out a few of the leftovers - he'd been planning on taking the boxes to the nearby shelter for donation purposes anyways, so it didn't bother him to steal a few for a new friendly face. Especially if it was for a friendly face that had just inadvertently rescued him from oversized evil crablings.

The porcelain of the plate slid across the counterspace, making a soft sound as the two surfaces met. There were a handful of sweets and cookies alike on the plate, Danny only pausing to catch himself before he offered. "I didn't think to ask - do you have any allergies? We have several with nuts and more than I can count with chocolate and I'd hate to ruin your evening by serving you the wrong thing."

He couldn't help but find himself laughing. "Well, last I checked, they didn't use shellfish when it comes to baking. I can see where your aversions to crabs comes from, at least."

Plucking a chocolate chip for himself, he broke the sweet into half and popped one segment into his mouth before returning to his counter wiping. The display case had already been "broken down" and the dirty dishes were cleaned. Not much was left but sweeping, which the young cafe owner quickly began to work on, once the rag was rehomed in its space.

"It's still rather odd," the blonde boy couldn't help but confess, upon receiving the stranger's question, "Overwhelmed may be a bit of a stretch, now. I doubt I'd have believed it if I hadn't seen it... so how long did you say you've been doing this for?"

Glancing up, he offered a smile, "And there are a lot of folks like you, out there?"

"Touche, weird cooking does seem to be an in thing nowadays but I'm afraid I prefer the old fashioned way, myself."

It was easier indeed, to focus on cleaning and not dwell on the worse situation that Scamander was referring to. Monster crabs were inconvenient (and only that because he hadn't been the first to lay eyes on the apprehended crab) but if there were worse things lurking about, Danny's imagination was certainly conjuring up the options. Crying wasn't a go-to option for the young man but... then again, there were a few nasty thoughts in his head that could probably make it happen.

"No crying here, thankfully." A small prickle stirred on the back of his neck as he dwelled on it more. Magical beings running around - could it have had anything to do with his accident, a couple years prior?

He offered a smile to the young man at the compliment towards his cookie but his focus was clearly on other things.

"Winging it isn't bad, as long as you're not putting yourself too much at risk, I imagine."

Machines were polished, counters were tidied and the floor was swept before Danny collected his jacket and scarf, his appetite for sweets having diminished the longer he thought about the question he wanted to ask.

Finally, mustering up the courage, he piped up, "So... with all of the magical beings supposedly out there... are there bad ones, I assume? That do bad things - to, y'know, people?"