[The blonde man cradles his candy bowl in his shivering arms, carefully sifting through the meticulously-sorted treats within. The fifteen gummy fish he gathered on the beach floor dominate their little layer next to their brother worms of a similar constitution.]
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Y-You d-d-don't h-have to...I h-have p-p-plenty. R-Really.
[He palms two of the fish, hesitantly holds them out...but closes his trembling fist at the last moment, shooting a stern look over his glasses.]
--A-A-As l-long as you p-promise not to e-eat them.