It's the mozzarella sticks that draw Shawn in. He still hasn't found a job - not that he has been actively looking, because he plans on working the psychic routine as soon as he knows more about this city - so free food is a high priority. He may or may not have already started stuffing his pockets at this point.

"That's quite a display," he praises, while the first handful of snacks makes his way to his mouth. "Inviting. Effective. Like a candy truck, but more open and less creepy." He stops, because that is the moment where he sees Tadgh's eyes. "I may have to revise that statement."

Not that it stops him from taking another stick.

"I do have one question-- Are those eyes real, and if not, are they removable? Furthermore, are you planning on tossing them at people at some point in the near future, and is it possible to receive a warning beforehand? I'm a spitter when startled. You don't want that. Nobody wants that. Except maybe tiny animals who live off remains that larger species left behind. Like sparrows."