"You gonna carry it? Good lad." He was a sweet kid. Rough, for obvious reasons, but so caring underneath. Setting aside how he'd just laughed at his dad catching AIDS. Couldn't blame him for that one, honestly.
Holden finished paying, smiled at the sympathy he was getting from the cashier and assured her he'd send Felix her love - women always loved Felix - and then he handed the bag to Gideon, heading for the door.
"You know, I'm not 100% sure, but I think Felix made stew, maybe?" It had smelled like stew. He was sure Felix had told him, but while the concussion had mostly faded, it still left him feeling drowsy in the morning. "With dumplings. It's well good, you should try."
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Holden finished paying, smiled at the sympathy he was getting from the cashier and assured her he'd send Felix her love - women always loved Felix - and then he handed the bag to Gideon, heading for the door.
"You know, I'm not 100% sure, but I think Felix made stew, maybe?" It had smelled like stew. He was sure Felix had told him, but while the concussion had mostly faded, it still left him feeling drowsy in the morning. "With dumplings. It's well good, you should try."