“Mmm, smarties would be grand! Thank you muchly Thete~”
okay! [and he dug around in his pockets for the smarties and found them, handing them over.] here you go. you’re welcome.
Taking them gratefully, Alan popped them in his mouth, chewing happily, “Mind if I ask if you like candy yourself?” he asked, wondering if it was a sign of how he enjoyed sweets or perhaps was around kids often enough to be stocked.
I do! [He dug around in his pocket for some hershey’s kisses and opened one.] My parents don’t usually let me have candy because it makes me hyper but … they’re not here. [He spoke in a childlike manner — a child in an adults body perhaps.]
Beginning to notice the first signs of childlike behavior, Alan didn’t mind it, it just meant they could get along even better, “Yeah I said that a lot too. What they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em! Though it bites when they do know and don’t let you know that they know.”
Parents know everythin’. And it’s irritatin’. [He ate his candy and looked at him.] So what do you like to do Alan?
”..Meetin’ friends.” Was his vague response, promptly grinning, “I might seem easily pleased but that’s only cause, y’know, I am.”
Nothin’ wrong with that. I’m easily pleased too. It annoys people. At least people I know.