[It was so. Plenty of patrons, but no vendors near any of the goods. The sort of setup that begged for thieves to take advantage of them.]

Perhaps we should keep an eye on the others, see if there's some custom to it?

[Seeing the box Hua Cheng offered, he gave it a cursory glance. Oreos? He wasn't sure he could say it, let alone guess what it tasted like.]

I couldn't say, but it's never wise to decide on appearances alone.

[Whether food, or people. Though perhaps his cooking was an exception.]

Did you want to try them, San Lang?