[Turns out skewers aren't that hard to find and the brief compliment war at a nearby vendor goes by fast enough. A pleasant conversation with a rando, the volatile weirdo sitting off on his own - everything's fine. Going well.

It's when he has to make a choice between some mysterious meat coated in enough spice to make his eyes water and a plain one that he recalls the way he was shoo'd off.

He can't get one of each. Not without going through another compliment contest and he isn't sure how long the rando will wait. He's trying to make a good impression and calm the metaphorical waters. A spicy skewer may tip the scales in a bad way.

The plain one it is.

He makes it back to the hungry man and holds out the stupid meat stick.]

Here's one - if you want more, I'm afraid you'll have to get it yourself. I'm sure you saw how simple it was to do so.