[Oblivious to the current outbreak of unusual sicknesses and whatnot, Garrod is...apparently fine since he's poking about the Pile with no difficulties.
He uses a long bar of metal for leverage to shove heavier pieces of scrap aside, seeming right at home when it comes to scavenging. Something seems to catch his eye, and he grins, propping up his tool so he has his hands free as he crouches down.]
Ah-hah!
[He pulls up a can, and then setting it beside him, works out a couple more, slightly dented but still in good shape. The boy sits down cross-legged as he inspects them.]
Woohoo, canned beans! ...do these things expire?
[Setting all but one down, he pulls out a multitool from his beltpouch. ....Garrod, are you really- yes. Yes he is. He opens up the top of the can and then after taking a sniff, swaps out his multitool for a spoon.] | |
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