“Well, it’s none of your business,” he responds seriously and snottily but without any special ill will or malice. No more than what’s normally in his voice, anyway. She could still be a threat, anyone could, but she’s also giving him food, which gets her some points. Maybe she’s just some dumb out-of-towner who has more money to spend than she really needs.

“A what?” He shoves a good chunk of it in his mouth and looks over what remains in his hand as he chews.