stalls

[He recognizes that shock of white hair before Heine's even turned around in sudden interaction, and he wonders whether he should stop and say something. He doesn't have to. The tray is shoved into his hands - Cain takes it, because it's a better alternative than dumping the donut holes all over the ground.

Brows hike up, surprised (and not necessarily displeased) at having inherited a bunch of food. Fire ants aren't so bad, right?]

These free, or are you trying to steal food now too?

[You filthy criminal.]