[There's nothing about this situation that makes sense to him. Not unless Dick has come with poisoned food; after all, a dead man doesn't tell tales about what he's seen to others.
But if this really is just an offer of food given kindly, then would it be the worst thing to give some small amount of conversation in return? He's starved for human contact, even if he pretends to himself that he's not, which is why he eventually gives the smallest nod.]
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But if this really is just an offer of food given kindly, then would it be the worst thing to give some small amount of conversation in return? He's starved for human contact, even if he pretends to himself that he's not, which is why he eventually gives the smallest nod.]
Sit down. Eat that one.
[He points to one of the yogurts at random.]
If it's safe, we'll talk.