[ Claude certainly doesn't see the projectile coming... but he barely feels it either, just a crumb of a thing. He glances over to the woman who threw it at him, eyes darting between her still-raised hand and the loaf of bread in her hands, then maintains eye contact as he crouches down and pops the little ball of bread into his mouth. ]
Well, waste not, want not! [ He's not sure what's incurred her wrath, but he wouldn't be who he is if he didn't walk directly towards someone who doesn't seem to like him very much. He loosens his necktie as he strolls over there, unwrapping the layers from his neck. ] Believe it or not, I've had ruder invitations to dinner than that.
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Well, waste not, want not! [ He's not sure what's incurred her wrath, but he wouldn't be who he is if he didn't walk directly towards someone who doesn't seem to like him very much. He loosens his necktie as he strolls over there, unwrapping the layers from his neck. ] Believe it or not, I've had ruder invitations to dinner than that.