"Whoa man," hands quick to lift up protectively in the off chance D'arthur threw it at him, "thanks, keep the fish though."
He wore a disgusted face with hands lamely wiping down his chest, "Overalls, never thought about those, I'll give it a go sometime when I'm in a jam. You know, those laundry days where only the nice clothes are left." Thumb upping him, he glanced over the top of Mabe's head down the path where more bodies lined up for different seafood merchandise. "Got the accent, I'll tell you that," nodding back at D'arthur, his eyes bouncing between the unusual man to the crowds.
"Sounds great, I'm always game for a free drink, gimmie a call, right?" Holding his hand up, pinky and thumb extended in the universal symbol for a telephone.