[ It surprises McGillis, just as much as it takes Gaelio off guard, to see reddening cheeks, as if anything he said or did could still incite him to feel embarrassment. For that reason, he looks up from the list of orders with heightening focus on the development, chin lifting out of his palm.

He hadn't really expected Gaelio to remember. Confusion, accusations that used the word "weird" or "strange", irritation -- any one or combination of those responses, that had been the expectation. That he remembers, that it embarrasses him to this extent, and that he shuffles into overcompensating with a stern rejection of the offer...

A pause, satisfaction unfurling warmly.

He can't let Gaelio see it. He can't step too far out of bounds, not this soon into a strange reconciliation, but there's a mysterious glint in his eyes that speaks to some of it. ]

Places like this waste food all the time.

[ ever dumpster dived in a rich neighborhood?

McGillis taps his chin, as if reconsidering his plan. ]

But the leftovers are perfectly good. They wouldn't be more than a day old, when everything is freshly made. If you're not interested, I'm sure I can find someone who is.

[ Drawling, then back to tablet, scrolling. ]

If I have to eat them all... better that, then waste it. It would be smart to gather bulk before returning.