"Consume it slowly; no one is going to snatch the desserts out from under you!"
Mel harbored zero options other than warning Edgan; even as the overflowing slop stained his sky-blue garments, the young man was rendered incapable of restraining himself. The shop-owning man was bewildered as well; stationed right where he had hurled threats, he merely spectated the unfolding events.
"Sir, could you accompany me for a minute?"
Hoisting himself from his seat, Baybars tapped the towering man's shoulder lightly, dragging him out of his dream realm. Marching together to the entrance of the kitchen, no one could decipher what the hell they were discussing.
"Sir, the dynamic between Mel and Edgan is not a predicament you can intervene in. My recommendation is to comply with his demands for today!"
