Julian eyes the quarter a moment, obviously debating the merits of taking a hand-out. Never mind that it's only a quarter. Usually he at least earns it. He's been on the road for a while, though, where "a while" means he just hiked, hitched and scrounged up bus fares to get himself from Louisiana to Massachusetts. So today is probably the best day ever for that 25 cents.
"Sure." Boy's going to need to work on hitting his Rs properly if he doesn't want single-syllable responses to turn on a big flashing sign over his head reading "Ask me about a real Mardi Gras! :)" but he'll worry about that later. Right now he's headed over to dump his first cup into the next size up and fill the difference. And then he's back. Hi, Liam. "Thanks."