Austria passes by, a few used toothpicks in hand, looking for a trash pail. He would have used the ones near the actual free sample tables, but he didn't want to take his time eating there and reveal that he'd taken more than one. No, he was discreet about it. Free samples are free samples, and if he can land himself a free lunch out of them? Even better.
Quietly he approaches her, with his tongue in his cheek looking like he's trying to remove something from a molar. He hands her a toothpick, this one not yet used. It has a small cheese cube on top.
"They have little sliced sausages, too. They're passable." He looks around, smirking flatly, making sure no one is in earshot. "Don't take any samples from the bakery, though. I feel like I've just eaten enough sugar to last me the week."
in which austria is suddenly my grandmother
Quietly he approaches her, with his tongue in his cheek looking like he's trying to remove something from a molar. He hands her a toothpick, this one not yet used. It has a small cheese cube on top.
"They have little sliced sausages, too. They're passable." He looks around, smirking flatly, making sure no one is in earshot. "Don't take any samples from the bakery, though. I feel like I've just eaten enough sugar to last me the week."