[At least it's not a trash can... or moldy... Emil is, frankly, a snob, but he's slept in enough questionable places in the past months that "dry and cold" is leagues above past standards.
Anyway, allow him to dole out the breakfast from his little parcel. The porridge looks like it's in something of an old-fashioned to-go cup, which he definitely had to bargain for because someone definitely thought he was trying to hoard food for himself. But look: it's still warm.]
Here you go! This stuff is better if you put the apples in it.
[He says this like it's a genius breakfast hack no one else has ever come up with.]
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Anyway, allow him to dole out the breakfast from his little parcel. The porridge looks like it's in something of an old-fashioned to-go cup, which he definitely had to bargain for because someone definitely thought he was trying to hoard food for himself. But look: it's still warm.]
Here you go! This stuff is better if you put the apples in it.
[He says this like it's a genius breakfast hack no one else has ever come up with.]