[ Jesse’s not even paying attention when it happens. He's just drifting through the crowd with a cheap cup of coffee and a half-dead stare when he feels someone bump into him. It's followed by the sound of something smacking the ground, and his eyes flick down just in time to see the sad little paper cup of cheese land facedown in the grime. The guy who drops it lets out a curse, loud and miserable, and Jesse blinks once, recognizing the tone of voice like a fellow soldier spotting a comrade. He raises his hands slightly, palms out. ]

My bad. Didn’t mean to assassinate your snack.

[ He glances at the long line, then down at the cheese now collecting specks of dirt and someone's discarded gum. It's a total loss. A wince follows. ]

Damn, rough deal, man. Twenty minutes for that? That better be some real gourmet shit.

[ Or it was, anyway. He digs into his hoodie pocket, pulls out a candy bar, and holds it out. ]

It ain't cheese, but...peace offering? They're kinda bomb. It's like...if a brownie and a Twix got in a bar fight and rolled in pretzels. You try this one yet?