He was a little taken off guard when she asked him to look. Not in a bad way though. “Oh, uh, yeah sure.” He liked it when people didn’t treat him differently like others. I mean, yeah, he knew that he would be treated differently, but not very different to the extent where people were awkward around him. That would not be very preferable. Taking his walking stick, his arm extended around and found that the refrigerator. Check there maybe?
Well, what would chocolate be doing in there? Shrugging his shoulders, he opened up the fridge, felt around a bit. He found eggs, milk carton, some pots probably filled with food, and then…voila. Thinking he found something, he turned and lifted it up, “Um, it’s either this is syrup or those Nesquik liquid thingies they put in chocolate milk…will this work?”