"Aint depressed cause I'm ugly," he muttered. He was depressed because he got left by a woman, but he wouldn't say as much. He sighed and thought about biting. If he didn't find money too, he'd probably have to steal money for food too and that went against his moral code of conduct. "I'll be fine," he lied.

He had work to do because he needed the money... He dug into his pocket and felt the one or two coins he did have, "Ere, wait. T'ain't much but..." He held out the coins, not nearly enough to get the pastry. "I'll find me own dinner somehow." Even if he had to dig in the garbage.

"I can't risk me job." It was true. He had a weird reputation as it was, at least that was his reasoning.