Suddenly, something occurs to him. The year before last he'd tried to donate food in the Port and had been told that no one would accept baked goods because they have a higher chance of being poisoned. In his own world (though it does happen) it wouldn't have been second guessed so quickly, and even now almost three years later he's not entirely used to it.
He shakes his head, stutters over his words as he answers.
"N-no, there's nothing hidden! It's just a gift for the holiday celebration!"
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Suddenly, something occurs to him. The year before last he'd tried to donate food in the Port and had been told that no one would accept baked goods because they have a higher chance of being poisoned. In his own world (though it does happen) it wouldn't have been second guessed so quickly, and even now almost three years later he's not entirely used to it.
He shakes his head, stutters over his words as he answers.
"N-no, there's nothing hidden! It's just a gift for the holiday celebration!"