Ther butcher's had been recommended to him not long after he'd moved to the county, and since his first visit he'd been admittedly hooked on their pork sausages with caramelized onion and apple. They'd become a weekly treat, as sad as it was to think of a fairly innocuous and commonly eaten food item as a treat. Still, it was nice to have traditions, and this weekly trip had become his. For whatever reason, the sausages he favoured didn't seem to be an incredibly popular item, but that just meant there was more for him, and if he didn't buy them all up... Well, whatever force was out there to judge him, he hoped it forgave him, because he also knew where he could guide his hungry hyena for dumpster diving in dire times.
Waiting in the queue, he turned slightly to look out the window and at the line still forming down the street. This place was popular, but it was certainly deserved. Done with his brief moment of people watching, he made to turn back round and then noticed that the young wish behind him was smiling. At him. Or wait, behind him? He looked, didn't see anyone facing this direction. At him, then! Well, perhaps she was worried that he was staring at her. He certainly was not! Returning her smile warmly, somewhat apologetically, he nodded in polite greeting. [q]Good afternoon,[q] he opined, then sort of half turned back in the direction of the counter. He didn't mean to make anyone feel uncomfortable!