[He smiles brightly at her, and sure enough there's a second chair barely fitting in the corner opposite his. The papers he'd been working on he piles tidily up so he can turn his full, blinding-smile attention on her.]
Stock and transport, you said. Food? Drinks? Other things?
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[He smiles brightly at her, and sure enough there's a second chair barely fitting in the corner opposite his. The papers he'd been working on he piles tidily up so he can turn his full, blinding-smile attention on her.]
Stock and transport, you said. Food? Drinks? Other things?