[Charles frowns a bit at the laugh. He wasn't exactly expecting Lutha to test the thing on himself, but he guesses it's like a bootlegger taking a sip of their own product before a sale. Ensuring that it is what you say it is. And also not poison.]
Well alright, I'll give you props on your sharpening skills. Little masochistic, but hey, that's your business.
[He knows it's his turn now. He shrugs off his backpack and sets it down, kneeling to pull out what he thinks is a fair three days' worth of cafeteria food. So, little frozen pizzas, tater tots, fruit cups. This kid doesn't look like he's from a modern world, maybe, but hopefully he knows what this stuff is. Charles pushes the stacks of items a little further from himself in the snow for Lutha to see.]
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Well alright, I'll give you props on your sharpening skills. Little masochistic, but hey, that's your business.
[He knows it's his turn now. He shrugs off his backpack and sets it down, kneeling to pull out what he thinks is a fair three days' worth of cafeteria food. So, little frozen pizzas, tater tots, fruit cups. This kid doesn't look like he's from a modern world, maybe, but hopefully he knows what this stuff is. Charles pushes the stacks of items a little further from himself in the snow for Lutha to see.]