Think we had a couple a' minutes last week? [He points out with a wry half-smile, digging out a couple of cans. He's a corn kind of guy, himself, and one day soon they'd have to choke down some of their less enjoyable goods. But that they even have a couple things to choose between is something.
Snorting softly, he jerks a hunting knife out of the sheathe at his belt and punches it into the lid.]
Hate to break it to you, ma'am, but we're all outta filet. An' potatoes. Aaaand gravy. But what we have here's the chef's special... [--levering open the lid] ... our finest whole kernel corn in, uh, sugar water, fresh from the can.
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Snorting softly, he jerks a hunting knife out of the sheathe at his belt and punches it into the lid.]
Hate to break it to you, ma'am, but we're all outta filet. An' potatoes. Aaaand gravy. But what we have here's the chef's special... [--levering open the lid] ... our finest whole kernel corn in, uh, sugar water, fresh from the can.
[He walks over to hand it to her.]
Bon appetit.