Then You Boys Need Something to Eat, Eh?

I watched the doorway men for a while, then went down to the food court and bought some fried chicken. When I brought it back up and walked past them, I noticed them watching. Hey, you boys want some? I accidentally bought too much. They gave me a look and then glanced at each other. Unless you can get off soon, huh? For dinner time? One of them checked his watch. Not for three more hours. Then you boys need something to eat. Go on, go on, there's plenty. You eat. Which I knew was code for show us it's not poisoned. It's hard to be suspicious of someone who is giving you fried chicken. But