Sirius eyes the item Kell pulls from his coat pocket, a small piece that looks not unlike a sickle. He doesn't reach for it, aware that Kell may see it as some sort of threat or at least an encroachment upon something at least marginally valuable. Particularly here, where such a thing may be nearly all he has to connect him to his home.
"Potatoes sliced and fried," he replies with a wide grin. "They're delicious, especially with vinegar. Have you not something similar where you're from?"
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Date: 2016-02-27 09:22 pm (UTC)"Potatoes sliced and fried," he replies with a wide grin. "They're delicious, especially with vinegar. Have you not something similar where you're from?"