[The man by the stove carries the four little bowls of soup to each one of them, and sets a pitcher of water down near Taair. The boys may share it between them. Then he returns to his work, idly stirring more ingredients into the big pots of soup on the stove without uttering a single word.
Eyeballing the staff, Hawke makes eye contact with the man cleaning the dishes. Like everyone else here, he remains silent. But he still gives him a nod of acknowledgement, hello.
Bread boy gives Richie a weird look. Almost amused...? Perhaps he simply finds Richie's way of speaking funny, especially considering that it doesn't look like he gets much in the way of conversation from his co-workers. But even then, there is a bit of tension visible on his shoulders. More so, when Richie mentions making his way upstairs...
Either way, they have soup and water now. There door that will, presumably, lead them to the next area patiently waits for them to finish licking their wounds.]
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Eyeballing the staff, Hawke makes eye contact with the man cleaning the dishes. Like everyone else here, he remains silent. But he still gives him a nod of acknowledgement, hello.
Bread boy gives Richie a weird look. Almost amused...? Perhaps he simply finds Richie's way of speaking funny, especially considering that it doesn't look like he gets much in the way of conversation from his co-workers. But even then, there is a bit of tension visible on his shoulders. More so, when Richie mentions making his way upstairs...
Either way, they have soup and water now. There door that will, presumably, lead them to the next area patiently waits for them to finish licking their wounds.]