Yeah. It, uh... It's a coffee shop. He makes coffee, and I make stuff like that.

_{[Bertolt glances down to the pile that's still being nibbled on, one hand going up to rub the back of his neck.]}

I, uh... I was going to scope out some potential customers while he took care of some stuff in the shop. _{[Then he saw Marco, and he knows what happened there.]} I guess we forgot how small this town actually was compared to the others. A-And, uh... I'm glad he's kept me around. I've been pretty happy there.