Eduard returned with some sausages and a few beers, looking a little more than peeved that the other had peeked into his computer. Thankfully, the Prussian didn’t seem to find anything there too interesting. “.. If I had some, why would I tell you?” He wasn’t going to share anything of that nature..if he had it with anyone, nonetheless Gilbert of all people.
“Why?” Gilbert looked at him as if it was a stab to the heart. “Because! We’re pals aren’t we broski?” It was amazing how much hipster lingo one could pick up after just a few sessions with American kids on Halo. “You can tell me! I’d tell you!”
The smell of the sausages was too strong to ignore and Gilbert gladly set aside the laptop and took a plate. He made a pleased sound of approval at the first bite and repeated the gesture at the first swig of his beer. “Not bad. I give it a 7.9…okay, 7.999!” He grinned. That was a pretty fair compliment considering the man’s standards on beer.