[There's a soft, short laugh behind her, as she deposits the food she has on her plate into the trash; the teenaged, irish monk (tm) had been busy today after school, collecting bottles or cans deposited on the roadside to re-purpose (as he tends to do when he's stir-crazy).

A quick visit for sandwiches 'to go' at Dearly Diner afterward, and here he is...!]

You've my apology, for the way this town behaves.

If you'd like — I have a spare meal?

[Don't mind him tugging back a long robe sleeve, to reach into his satchel. He has a very neatly wrapped turkey and cheese sandwich, one he must admit was some gluttony on his part. He's a growing boy?

He holds it out to her.]

One not made with anything that will change your appearance, praise be.