[Against his will, Gepard loses himself in the story. Again. He doesn't mean to. He tries not to, in fact. He tells himself that Sampo isn't someone he should trust, like, let his guard down around. That sooner or later Sampo will get whatever it is he wants and leave again. That he's a father and owes it to his daughter to be careful.

But, Sampo's a good storyteller, and bit by bit Gepard relaxes into- not only the story, but the fantasy that this could be a regular thing he could look forward to. But all things end.]

That's not what the General said. [He just fucking didn't expect that it would end via two sandwiches. A blink, and then Gepard remembers himself, and the sandwiches do look good so it's not like he can blame Sampo. Two plates, a smile from the waitress, and before Gepard can stop himself-]

Do you want to trade sandwich halves? [Wait, why did he say that. It's not like he can un-say it.] I should let you try yours before you decide whether or not you want to try mine.