[Hunk is just living his Flavo life--that is to say, he's carrying a small crate of what looks like fresh supplies gathered from the community garden. Not too much, of course, because sharing is important and this is more than enough to make quite a number of meals, but.
He pauses, peeking to one side. Peeking right at someone peeking out at him.
Luckily it's not someone huge and scary, maybe someone as timid as Hunk?] Uh. Hey there.
[So diplomacy it is, and he waves at Kisa after shifting the little crate to one arm.]
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He pauses, peeking to one side. Peeking right at someone peeking out at him.
Luckily it's not someone huge and scary, maybe someone as timid as Hunk?] Uh. Hey there.
[So diplomacy it is, and he waves at Kisa after shifting the little crate to one arm.]