Conrad turned slowly, looking the other boy up and down. Designer, rich. Rich. Rich. His mouth drew into a flat line. His eyes met the other boys, and he softened slightly. He didn't look suspicious. He had expected much worse treatment... but... Cass's hand came down on his shoulder as she leaned past him slightly and pulled up her shades. The boy seemed friendly enough, at first. It was mildly surprising when the boy pulled a plastic spoon from his pocket. It wasn't the spoon that had surprised Conrad, just that it wasn't silver. Common indulgence. The rich always have to be fed, and then they think they can be charitable by passing off their leftovers. As if the home couldn't provide for them.

[b]"[i]Appreciate?[/i] What do you mean, appreciate? We aren't some starving rats in a back alley that you can throw scraps to whenever you feel favorable. Go get your butler to toss out your scraps."[/b]

He had thought for just a moment that this boy had been genuine. But he was just like the rest. Conrad shuddered, resisting the urge to knock the potato... thing... right out of the other boys hands, and turned away from both Cass and the boy, storming off after Cass. It was going to be a long day.