Yeah, I know someone like that. [ A couple someones, actually. Mako's friend group, in general? Highly food-motivated.

Mako takes his chance to slip around Sven's bulk, through the door and out—freedom!

He doesn't immediately bolt away, although he does covertly tuck the rest of the carrots underneath the bag of rice he picked up. ] You're new too, right? To this. [ He waves a hand around at the town, in general. ] The carrots are safe, but I wouldn't trust anything else.