He’s a little astonished with the piece of machinery, watching a few people insert what he can only assume is currency into it before a clunk and they reach in, pulling out food wrapped in plastic. Sometimes drinks, too.
“You can withdraw food from here?” as he speaks, it would be directed towards his regular party, but in their absence it falls on being directed to no one in particular – he’s just not used to not having all of his friends around him just yet. The machine seems to reject whatever Gald he attempts to insert, and while he mostly hoped to try it out for himself he’s also kinda hungry. “I guess it won’t take this, huh.”
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