( results inconclusive. more investigation required. his ears flick, and he leans back against the bar, committing to this new direction he’s facing. one moldy peanut is still in his hand, and he cracks the shell between his fingers as he answers. )

It’s not as bad as it looks. Rather than foul, they’re more... what’s the word. Aged.

( it’s quite different, you know. he could honestly extoll the virtues of the rotten artisanal nut all day— ah, but he’s getting distracted. perhaps intentionally so? he cants his head towards the seat next to him— conveniently, for the sake of this thread, unoccupied. the wet ring on the bartop indicates it was not always so, even recently. don’t worry about that. )

But if you’re not interested in the food, I could buy you a drink.