...And he realizes that this hardly helps the situation- he can't say he doesn't have enough money to buy her food, and even if he could explain that he'd rather not strain his wallet by offering to feed her... he's not sure she'd be sympathetic, considering her state of emergency.
Trevor picks this moment to come in the door, bearing several items. Half of a cinderblock, a stick, a large pair of fuzzy dice, and... a pizza? No, a pizza box containing several pizzas worth of uneaten crusts.
"You don't eat the crusts? Isn't that a waste?"
Trevor glares at Max. "No. I don't usually eat the crusts."
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...And he realizes that this hardly helps the situation- he can't say he doesn't have enough money to buy her food, and even if he could explain that he'd rather not strain his wallet by offering to feed her... he's not sure she'd be sympathetic, considering her state of emergency.
Trevor picks this moment to come in the door, bearing several items. Half of a cinderblock, a stick, a large pair of fuzzy dice, and... a pizza? No, a pizza box containing several pizzas worth of uneaten crusts.
"You don't eat the crusts? Isn't that a waste?"
Trevor glares at Max. "No. I don't usually eat the crusts."