You are a thief, an outcast simply trying to feed yourself each day. To your luck, there's a pie cooling down at the bakery window. As you tried to take it, however, the baker yelled at you, hitting you with a broom. You're driven away but a long few minutes pass, attempting to think of what to do next when, presumably, the bakers son comes to the alley way you're hiding in, holding a slice of the pie. He smiles warmly at you, unbothered.

"Hello. Hungry?" he asks rather calmly.