[He glances over mid-bite. Chewing quickly, he nods in the best greeting he can manage right then.] Mmf. [Gulp.] Evening. I think a better question would be "why is this stranger trying to offer me cake so happily?" [Although, Tattoi is eyeing the cake. He's only seen red cake once or twice, and that had been on very special occasions. Could they perhaps know something about him?]
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