[he follows along in silence, listening to diarmuid speak, despite the fact that his attention is largely fixed on the area around them. after all he's learned about this city, all that's happened to the boy in the time before he arrived, the mute isn't willing to let his guard drop. not until they're back inside the cabin again.
the questions themselves go largely unanswered. he doesn't know what hot sauce is to be able to agree or refuse his suggestion. so he knows he'd just end up deferring to diarmuid's lead about it. the same when it comes to whatever mexican food is. though considering some of the meals that he's had since coming here, he doubts he'll mind trying it at least once. unless--
he taps the side of the box in diarmuid's hand in question. is mexican food sweet? because that may be the one deciding factor as to whether he'll try it or not.]
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the questions themselves go largely unanswered. he doesn't know what hot sauce is to be able to agree or refuse his suggestion. so he knows he'd just end up deferring to diarmuid's lead about it. the same when it comes to whatever mexican food is. though considering some of the meals that he's had since coming here, he doubts he'll mind trying it at least once. unless--
he taps the side of the box in diarmuid's hand in question. is mexican food sweet? because that may be the one deciding factor as to whether he'll try it or not.]