"Ahh," Chuy nodded at the familiar name. "Noah, he's a good man." Though their interactions had been brief, the Hunter had made nothing but a good impression on the farmer. "I'm Chulane," he offered in return with a kind, warm smile.
He looked over the vegetables with a close eye; some were indeed bruised, but it didn't really matter to him. "They'll be right. Even bruised veggies have a use in soups and stews," naught would go to waste in Halo, the mere thought of it almost criminal. "Where're you headed?" he asked out of polite curiosity, slinging the bag over his shoulder once more, with the intention to keep walking. Food deliveries still to be done, torn bag mishaps or no.
He looked over the vegetables with a close eye; some were indeed bruised, but it didn't really matter to him. "They'll be right. Even bruised veggies have a use in soups and stews," naught would go to waste in Halo, the mere thought of it almost criminal. "Where're you headed?" he asked out of polite curiosity, slinging the bag over his shoulder once more, with the intention to keep walking. Food deliveries still to be done, torn bag mishaps or no.
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