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Alexis just kind of looked at their sandwich with a morose expression somewhere between 'disappointment' and 'i can feel the void coming for me, it's like seven feet away'. It wasn't like they exactly disliked peanut butter -- they liked it, usually - but they'd used peanut butter that was about a week from being outdated, and they didn't even like blueberries, so god only knew why they'd made this particular sandwich.

(The residual conditioning from prior datemates that said 'Alexis, please eat even if you don't want to, and do it on a regular schedule or you will die', probably. But they didn't have to be happy about it.)

So when Nasir arrived, they gave an incognito sniff, perking up and trying (mostly successfully) to disguise the action. "Uh -- hey. What've you got there? It smells real good." Alexis looked again, morosely, down at their own excuse for a meal. "'m not askin' for any or any of that -- that'd be rude, just -- ugh. Sorry. It's a s**t morning to talk." They facepalmed, eyes squeezed shut in exasperation, and waited for the void to come.

Alexis shifted in their seat, giving Nasir a hesitant smile when he offered them food. "Uh, yeah, sure...! If you don't mind, I mean." They pushed the sandwich back into its' plastic bag, pushing it to the side. "What kinda fresh pastries? Uh - fruit, right? 's a dumb question, I know." Their smile turned into a self-deprecating grin, half-forced. "I eat like s**t, I don't know s**t about food."

Alexis barely keeps themself from flat-out drooling -- god, those tarts look so very, very good; especially given that they really haven't eaten yet today. (Half an energy bar doesn't count. If it doesn't taste like much of anything, it's not proper food.) "Uh, yeah-- I'd love to try 'em!" They practically snatch the container out of his hands, but take a minute to eat the tarts slowly; savoring them, giving them the proper respect they deserve.

...and a slow look up at Nasir later:

"These are really good, holy s**t."

"I eat everything," Alexis shrugged dismissively, wiping their mouth of crumbs before going directly for the sandwich like a starving dog. They talked as they peeled the container open, to fill the open space. "How much food d'ya just walk around with, huh? Seems a little weird to walk around with halfway to a full meal."

"It's good t'know I just met the second coming," Alexis said -- or it sounded like that through the mouthful, anyways; they ate like someone who had never had enough and expected it'd be taken away. It was somewhat depressing, really. "Who's Wil? 'm new in town."

"Haven't met the guy," Alexis shrugged, "but probably wouldn't like him all that much. I don't do artsy." (Except for the one time they had, and it had been so good, the best relationship of their life, with a goddamn poet - but. Well. That was long in the past by this point. People moved, and people moved on.)

"Eh. Late February? Couldn't give you a specific date, I'm crap at dates. But I've been here for a few months, not too long. Still couldn't say if I'm gonna be stayin'."

"I don't really work, so -" Alexis shrugged. "I didn't notice the fog all too much. But yeah, I moved here before the fog got crazy bad." They snickered at the mention of bugging the officers, though. "Not a fan of cops? I take it back, we might get along. ******** don't like me much; n' the feeling's mutual."