[When Eddie accepts his answer, Nandor claps his hands together and yells loudly and triumphantly:]
YES.
[He sidles closer and, though he doesn't need to be invited to sit-- well. He kind of does. Because he's just looking from the empty seat to Eddie, then nodding emphatically.
When Eddie is distracted, Nandor casts a hateful look at Thomas Lustras the Bartender his Mortal Enemy. When Eddie's eyes are back on him, he smiles pleasantly.]
Yes. I am a purveyor of all kinds of vegetables, so I know what I am talking about. [He drums his fingers on the counter.]
no subject
YES.
[He sidles closer and, though he doesn't need to be invited to sit-- well. He kind of does. Because he's just looking from the empty seat to Eddie, then nodding emphatically.
When Eddie is distracted, Nandor casts a hateful look at Thomas Lustras the Bartender his Mortal Enemy. When Eddie's eyes are back on him, he smiles pleasantly.]
Yes. I am a purveyor of all kinds of vegetables, so I know what I am talking about. [He drums his fingers on the counter.]
What vegetable will you assign me?