[ goes, and when he comes back, hands Charles his drink before pulling up a chair and taking a seat, still working on his own drink. there are enough folks pestering him now that less people-watching is happening. ]
*nods a thank you and has been keeping up a few other conversations of his own as well. (yet as he proceeds, is still somehow managing to maintain a very good pace getting through his second drink.) this includes one that results in him being brought a stick of cotton candy. eventually...*
*pulling off another piece and kind of awkwardly angling to get it into his mouth, not entirely unlike that stray piece of too-long spaghetti, but succeeding in the end.*
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