[And finally, there's a hint of a smile on his face. It almost looks mischevious, for the few moments that it's there. A credit card identical to the one Gwen was given is taken out of one of his pockets, glinting briefly in the light.]
I can always get more.
[Then he's immediately distracted by small, ravenous shark footsies tapping impatiently at his kneepads. He kneels down, preparing to rip the sandwich into bite-sized chunks - although that is putting said sandwich in immediate range of hungry shark, so perhaps the consideration isn't necessary.]
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[And finally, there's a hint of a smile on his face. It almost looks mischevious, for the few moments that it's there. A credit card identical to the one Gwen was given is taken out of one of his pockets, glinting briefly in the light.]
I can always get more.
[Then he's immediately distracted by small, ravenous shark footsies tapping impatiently at his kneepads. He kneels down, preparing to rip the sandwich into bite-sized chunks - although that is putting said sandwich in immediate range of hungry shark, so perhaps the consideration isn't necessary.]