I Love When That Card of Food Is Like Walking Through the Prison

I love when that gahahe's like walking through the prison that card of food. N e's like offering people food. Ae, like it eats wit a bit of salt, but it's act delightful. He gives it to that really tall guy, just with a scar on his face. And then later on, when that guy snark in them oat, yelling when they're trying to escape guards, the guy that ylling happens to be the roommate of the guy he served breakfast too earlier. It's its mutual trust. I choose to trust you for a second, and hopefully in the future, yout choose to trust me.