"Why thank you!" Finally someone with good taste... at least regarding facial hair. Robert did have to stifle a laugh at the young man's eating habits, though if asked, he wouldn't deny having done the same thing in the past. That's just what guys in their early twenties are like.
He moved next to Sylas at the counter with a gallant smile.
"No problem, no problem. So here's whatcha do-- it goes on the top like this, with the handle facin' up an' the edge o'the lid a'twixt the gears..."
He snapped the oddly-shaped can opener onto the lid and gave it a few twists, chattering all the while. At least his voice is pleasant to listen to.
"Instead a cuttin' through the lid itself, it breaks this lil' seal around the rim, y'see, so there's no sharp edges! Once ya get the hang of it, it's hard t'go back to the old kind. And... Pop!"
There was, in fact, a tiny audible pop as the pressure in the can released. You'd think Robert had just pulled a rabbit out of a hat though, with the smile and flourish he made as he lifted the lid with the tiny pinchers on the can opener's side.
"Now tell me you ain't gonna eat baked beans straight outta the can, Mr... Ah, I didn't introduce myself-- Robert McCay. What's yer name?"
