Axsher watched the other curiously, wondering how he knew the smell but didn't want to persist in the conversation, knowing it was probably a touchy subject. "The name's Axsher, spelt A-x-s-h-e-r but pronounced Ax-Sure. You can think of a nickname if you wish. I've never had one." He paused slightly depressed about that fact then continued the conversation.

Axsher flinched slightly at the sight, "How about we go pay that manager of yours then go get a salad or something and I'll go shopping, you can go to or come back... does that sound good?" He tilted his head, hoping he didn't come off rude or weird, 'Who only has three different type of potatoes and cranberry sauce? This dude really needs to eat! He looks like he'd be 100 pounds soaking wet. Maybe I'm just being mean... or weird... hmmmm.... Idiot, pay attention to what's going on.' He thought to himself.