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"Then I am interested in eating that," Dinin smirks a bit at the stomach rumble, and shrugs. "Neither, truly. I enjoy my chocolate bitter--that much I do know."

"Dark chocolate ice cream is certainly a thing they make. There is a corner store near, we can look there if you are not in any hurry to go back."

Once more, open offers. Choice given, even if it was just between going to the apartment, or stopping at a store to get ice cream first.

"I think they make syrup in dark chocolate as well... We will have to show you more flavors later, maybe. We have plenty of time, after all."

Already, the glow of the apartment lights, and by proxy the corner store, was blooming across the cab windows, the car pulling to the curb and Reinhardt excusing himself after paying, politely holding the door open for Dinin.

Dinin is half-aware that all the offers are open, but it's nice to be given choices for a change. He decides this human can live. For now.

"... I would like to see the store; I have never been in a human 'corner store'," Dinin nods his thanks to the door being held open, scooting out of the car and standing, looking around curiously. "I was allowed only on supervised trips to the nearby 'mall'."

Their luggage had already been moved ahead of them, so there wasn't any need to worry about it.

"It is much smaller than a mall, very easy to navigate. Come." Down the street and just to the left,t he glow of the store bright and florescent. Cheap, honestly. That was a corner store, but Reinhardt wasn't one to complain about his ice cream being inexpensive.

Again, the door was held for Dinin, Reinhardt making it a point to enter before him. Just in case anyone did actually happen to see and recognize the little dark elf and get upset.

He had a job to do, after all.

"Alright, dark chocolate ice cream and syrup! Should not be hard, eh? Here, there is a section for food that is frozen, over here." Gesturing to the back wall behind the chips.

ADVENTURE, DININ.

Dinin likes to think that Reinhart is recognizing his nobility by holding the door open, but he has a very sneaking suspicion that the man is doing it for the horrible reason of being nice. He still doesn't understand what being "nice" really is. It seems to make his life easier when he does it, though, so he nods his thanks to the far larger man.

That's the equivalent of Dinin saying his thanks repeatedly and with great gusto; don't expect it to be much more than that.

He looks around in surprise at the store so crammed full of... things and food. That's the two things he can think of. Things and food. And makeup. The one good thing about his sunglasses is that he can scan a place without most people noticing where his sight has gone, and he can see the shop owner tense up a little after he enters.

Ah. "It is like a grocery, only smaller."

Dinin has been to one of those, too.

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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.

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."

"Whatever, is it?"

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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Oh hey I realized I was not spelling Reinhardt right WHOOPS

FOUR MONTHS LATER

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