"Feel like putting on a show, little B?" Dorian inched away from the shotgun lady and kept moving without bothering to hide the fact that he didn't want to stand too close to her. Grabbing one of the chairs, he sat down and stretched his legs out.
Giving thanks for the good things they had... "Thank who?" he asked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I thought it was about food, too. There are, eh, snack things under the table, Maarten. All from this month."