[not that he hurries to finish off the fries before Robin can get to them or anything, but the last few just happen to be stuffed into his face as the other boy walks up.
brushing salt off of his fingers, he tsk-tsks at Robin.]
Ooo, you were close, but Dracula is not quite right.
[and as if this is directly related and explains anything at all, he reaches down to the bag at his feet, retrieves a sizable, featureless, brown cardboad mailing box, and proudly plunks it down on the table.]
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brushing salt off of his fingers, he tsk-tsks at Robin.]
Ooo, you were close, but Dracula is not quite right.
[and as if this is directly related and explains anything at all, he reaches down to the bag at his feet, retrieves a sizable, featureless, brown cardboad mailing box, and proudly plunks it down on the table.]