Reinhardt holds doors for everyone, Dinin. It's called being nice, you would be correct there. At the very least though, the drow did note that it made his life easier, so hey. At least Reinhardt wouldn't be getting an earful for it, would he?
He just beamed down at the smaller man before letting the door close, heading right to the ice cream. Hey. He's nice, but he's pretty single minded, and he wants some goddamn ice cream.
"Less fresh food here than a grocery, I would say, but yes." Everything was made to last, jerky and chips and cans of instant ravioli and boxes of microwave pasta.
"Here we are, dark chocolate! We'll get the gallon, we'll need it."
Considering Reinhardt can pound back a gallon of ice cream all by his damn self, yes. They'll need it. He's going to try and be moderate here.
"Now, syrup? Cherries maybe? We could put candy on it, what shall we get..."
Because if he has to be happy with just a gallon to share, he's gonna need to load this up with more sweets.
Oh hey I realized I was not spelling Reinhardt right WHOOPS
Dinin has no plans on giving Reinhardt an earful about it. No, he's observing what he does and how he interacts. Most of Dinin's interactions with humans to this point have been artificial--humans doing as they were told or with an end goal already decided. So far, this man has been more open and flexible, and thus more like ordinary people would be. Perhaps Dinin can learn what is expected of him in ordinary interactions by watching him.
"Whatever you wish," Dinin looks up and up and up at him. "The 'ice cream' shall be more than enough for me."
Then there's at least five bags of fun size snickers being grabbed too. That's gonna be more candy than ice cream, Reinhardt.
"Anything else you would like, while we are here? I remember, no pizza, of course. But there are so many other foods for you to try, ja? Pick one, you are so small, you need it."
"We should probably get food that is..." Dinin searches for the word. "Good. Healthy. We should get food that is healthy. Fruits and vegetables and meat. Mushrooms, although the mushrooms of the surface are lacking in flavor."
Look. He misses the mushrooms of Menzoberranzan. That was some good stuff.
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He just beamed down at the smaller man before letting the door close, heading right to the ice cream. Hey. He's nice, but he's pretty single minded, and he wants some goddamn ice cream.
"Less fresh food here than a grocery, I would say, but yes." Everything was made to last, jerky and chips and cans of instant ravioli and boxes of microwave pasta.
"Here we are, dark chocolate! We'll get the gallon, we'll need it."
Considering Reinhardt can pound back a gallon of ice cream all by his damn self, yes. They'll need it. He's going to try and be moderate here.
"Now, syrup? Cherries maybe? We could put candy on it, what shall we get..."
Because if he has to be happy with just a gallon to share, he's gonna need to load this up with more sweets.
Oh hey I realized I was not spelling Reinhardt right WHOOPS
"Whatever you wish," Dinin looks up and up and up at him. "The 'ice cream' shall be more than enough for me."
FOUR MONTHS LATER
Then there's at least five bags of fun size snickers being grabbed too. That's gonna be more candy than ice cream, Reinhardt.
"Anything else you would like, while we are here? I remember, no pizza, of course. But there are so many other foods for you to try, ja? Pick one, you are so small, you need it."
A WELCOME BLAST FROM THE PAST
Look. He misses the mushrooms of Menzoberranzan. That was some good stuff.