Cole was mid-bite, halway through his own gyro, when one suddenly flew and hit him square on the top of his head, falling forward into his lap. "Is it raining gyros?" He smiled, amused. No, that seemed to be the only one that had landed in the vacinity. So clearly someone had wasted a perfectly good gyro. Shame, shame! He turned around, trying to find where the scream had originated from to see a woman with... what looked like a goat! Funny! He'd just been talking about pet goats with someone else the other day over those odd journal thingies. Maybe the gyro was hers? Hopefully they weren't infested with grossness and bugs. There must be another reason for the gyro throwing.
Picking a piece of lettuce off the top of his head, he chuckled and spoke to her. "If you wanted me to have your gyro that badly, I would have gladly just taken it off your hands." He honeslty hadn't cared that he got hit with one. He liked strange things to happen. Broke the monotany.