[Mike just stares at the fish food in his hand for a moment, completely ignoring Malleus's unnecessary demonstration. There doesn't seem to be anything else forthcoming, which he appreciates, despite this strange meeting. Eventually, he realises he should do something with the fish food he's been holding awkwardly for who knows how many minutes. It just gets tossed into the pond with no flair or finesse, half of it landing in the grass. Whatever.]
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