Ango looks up at the foreigner, grinning. "I'll split it with you... but these are stolen goods, so if you eat them you're an accomplice, you know?"

He can't actually afford to share, since he'll be sleeping on a park bench and living off pocket change until Monday when he can beg the Dreamer Union for a job... but Ango's always been the type to lend his friends money even when he knows they'll never pay it back. And this stranger already talks like an old friend.