Perhaps to Mable's surprise, or maybe not, the man looked like he wanted to say something but only returned the wave. Letting the two leave with their dessert.

"Picnic?! Isn't that just sittin on the grass? Come on.." He wondered how she'd survived. "You like.. used to live in a big house? Maybe they kept you locked away from people or somethin.. you don't know the first thing about being out on your own, do ya?"

He kept the tarts close and walked around until there was a quiet place to sit on some crates. He tucked one leg underneath as he handed her the two strawberry tarts. He could tell the difference by the stronger strawberry smell. When he unwrapped his and saw the familiar yellow filling, he smiled huge and immediately dug in. "This! This is tarts!' He told her triumphantly as he ate. It didn't take more than three bites before his treat was gone. He had been starving, but at least it would get him through the day unless he wasted the rest of the coins.