"Well, women." Reno was equally deadpan, keeping a straight face as he looked over at the only other male of the table to see if Alfons would play along. The kid's smile was annoyingly hard to resist. "You never know."
He was about to agree with Alfons that all future huggings of little girls was to be avoided like the plague when the soft notes of a flute caught his attention as well. He glanced over in the direction, but there were too many people to really make out who the musician was. The fistfight just a bit earlier hadn't been anything real unusual—the cafeteria was sort of like a bar, in the sense that there were too many men with too much testosterone in too confined an area—but the music was definitely new.
"Far as I know, music's been limited to the music room," he said. At least it was a patient, and not one of the staff members serenading everyone. Now that would've been creepy.
Reno glanced away and back at his food with a shrug. "Dunno what the hell to expect from here anymore, though, really. After the Head Doc showed up, I'd say anything's a go."
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He was about to agree with Alfons that all future huggings of little girls was to be avoided like the plague when the soft notes of a flute caught his attention as well. He glanced over in the direction, but there were too many people to really make out who the musician was. The fistfight just a bit earlier hadn't been anything real unusual—the cafeteria was sort of like a bar, in the sense that there were too many men with too much testosterone in too confined an area—but the music was definitely new.
"Far as I know, music's been limited to the music room," he said. At least it was a patient, and not one of the staff members serenading everyone. Now that would've been creepy.
Reno glanced away and back at his food with a shrug. "Dunno what the hell to expect from here anymore, though, really. After the Head Doc showed up, I'd say anything's a go."