[After heading inside, Wolfram had made a beeline straight for the bathroom to wash his own hands, avoiding touching absolutely anything but the sink, the soap dispenser, and the paper towel he uses to dry his hands with before using it to open the door again.
By the time Terra's joined him, he's at the counter, pondering over what to get besides a large order of fries. He frowns at what his friend says, glancing over at him disapprovingly.]
Gross. You're going to have a heart attack one of these days.
[This exchange is undoubtedly nothing new, and he says it without a lot of feeling behind it because mostly he's just used to it by now. That and he doesn't actually expect Terra to drop dead just from eating some fries drenched in salt and ketchup.
Turning toward him, he holds out his hand.]
My wallet, s'il vous plait? [He does plan on paying for his own food, after all.]
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By the time Terra's joined him, he's at the counter, pondering over what to get besides a large order of fries. He frowns at what his friend says, glancing over at him disapprovingly.]
Gross. You're going to have a heart attack one of these days.
[This exchange is undoubtedly nothing new, and he says it without a lot of feeling behind it because mostly he's just used to it by now. That and he doesn't actually expect Terra to drop dead just from eating some fries drenched in salt and ketchup.
Turning toward him, he holds out his hand.]
My wallet, s'il vous plait? [He does plan on paying for his own food, after all.]