[Sans fishes out one that looks like it might be cherry-flavored, or strawberry - something red, in any case. He pauses to chuckle, whether that joke was intentional or not.]
"Wolf" it down. That's good.
[He rips the wrapper off the thing with a neat jerk of two pinched phalanges and offers it to the wolf in question.]
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"Wolf" it down. That's good.
[He rips the wrapper off the thing with a neat jerk of two pinched phalanges and offers it to the wolf in question.]
You live alone, then?