[ Kaspar nods, offering Steinbeck a portion of the blanket he spreads over his knees. There is no insistence or expectation, just the simple offer before he moves on to pulling the basket onto his lap.
Opening it reveals it was packed surprisingly carefully. A few containers with food and napkins carefully protecting two cups, and finally a kettle which he sets to the side for now.
What he casually opens first, is the small container of what look to be rinds of some kind. Kaspar takes one with a slight crunch at the same time that he offers another to Steinbeck.
If he's brave enough, there is a unique flavor to it but it not entirely unlike pork. ]
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Opening it reveals it was packed surprisingly carefully. A few containers with food and napkins carefully protecting two cups, and finally a kettle which he sets to the side for now.
What he casually opens first, is the small container of what look to be rinds of some kind. Kaspar takes one with a slight crunch at the same time that he offers another to Steinbeck.
If he's brave enough, there is a unique flavor to it but it not entirely unlike pork. ]