[A friend indeed!! The Drifter is delighted with this, as evidenced by the cupping day of their eyes into obsidian crescents. They hold up one gloved, slightly pointed finger in a gesture that’s usually universal in meaning: one minute. In a few seconds, they’ve extricated a small packet from wherever they may have kept it beneath their cloak.]
[The unwrap one small pink candy and offer it to their fellow drifter eagerly, already opening another for the snail’s benefit.]
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[The unwrap one small pink candy and offer it to their fellow drifter eagerly, already opening another for the snail’s benefit.]
[Snails adore candy. They’re assured of this.]