[He's not out of breath but it is a little labored. Matt made his way in record time for the promise of a meal made for him and the person who made it. The whole cocktail of smells that rush into his nose nearly knocks him for a loop. The paints with the beautiful bevvy of food odors is not mixing well at first.]
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Yeah... well, you did say it would get cold.
[He rubs the back of his head.]
Hi.