[ oh. well; with Dex, body language and facial expressions go a long way to communicate for him, and Abel can get the gist of his answer.

so he's digging into the bag tucked under his arm, pulling out two beef-and-potato-filled pastries; they're individually wrapped, but God there are at least six in here. one would be filling for a normal person, but

they are not normal people,

so there are six. ]

Here, here. And please don't tell Ernesto I did this, alright? He'll stop pity-feeding me and I depend very heavily on those guilt-skewers to live, thank you~!

[ ...come and sit and eat, Dextera. and once he's had a little in his belly, it's time to Talk.

everyone loves Talking, right? it'll be fun!!! ]