Miloh ducked his head in shame as Grandfather Trafalgar lightly scolded him. "Yeah, sorry," he muttered, though he was more apologising to the old man than to the [i]actual people[/i] he might have offended. He was quiet as he followed the rest of the group to the stall, not looking any of his companions in the eye as he took a moment to reflect on his actions...

... only for any introspection to cease the moment he caught sight of food. A bizarre collection of assorted foods, stuffed into the largest plant stem Miloh had ever seen. It was weird, but at that moment in time Miloh was not picky.

As he resisted the urge to drool, he was vaguely aware of the two strangers whispering before excusing themselves from the group. Normally, Miloh would have been suspicious, but his hunger had gotten the better of him. "They told us to go ahead," Miloh responded to Grandfather Trafalgar. Apparently the old man hadn't noticed them leave. While eying up the next meal, Miloh addressed the store owner. "Hey, what is it with you people and dandelions anyway? You all seem to use it in everything." He didn't sound judgemental, just curious. Sure, back with the tribe they'd had to forage a lot and use whatever they could find, but the fact that dandelions were so prominent here seemed odd to him.