June and Drifter
Pretty was pretty to Drifter, regardless of gender, and the man had learned to appreciate the beauty of others since there was little else in Limbo to really focus his muddled mind on. When she mentioned her father Jeremiah merely shrugged, already focusing more on wolfing down a few more strawberries then anything else. Still a moment later, at her talk of eating, the tattooed Cajun chuckled anew, and nodded in agreement. "They sure as hell got quite the spread, so I reckon eating sounds all kinds of good."
When she smiled at him he smiled right back, grinning brightly as the guy suddenly placed his plate beneath the pouring chocolate...letting it drizzle and coat atop all the gathered food, before finally pulling his plate away. Without saying a word he took a moment to lick the sides of the plate in an effort to keep the chocolate from spilling to the floor. Doing the same to his hand too. At last, with a content sigh, the man nodded to himself. "Now that looks good."