There's a man with scruffy hair that vaguely looks like a badly-groomed dandelion standing close by. Palmer notices the other man quickly, but is further attracted by the scent of homemade fried chicken. He comes over, trying to look somewhat distinguished even with the patches on his clothes and scruffy appearance. He offers a warm smile, partly his own nature and partly moonshine.
"I smell chicken. Mind if I have any, please?" Palmer offers a hand. "My name's James Palmer. I'm a friend of Cricket's."
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Date: 2019-07-05 10:27 am (UTC)"I smell chicken. Mind if I have any, please?" Palmer offers a hand. "My name's James Palmer. I'm a friend of Cricket's."