George
George didn't really mind making El a sandwich; he wouldn't have offered it as an option, otherwise. He was the kind of man who liked to be able to take care of his friends. Sometimes that meant helping them steal something or bailing them out of unfortunate situations; sometimes that meant making them a sandwich. He wasn't really picky either way. He snorted at El's offer to owe him. "It's not a big deal," he said, shaking his head. "Do you prefer ham or turkey?"
Whichever they chose, George pulled out his sandwich-making supplies and set to work, crafting two sandwiches before putting away all of the fixings. They weren't gourmet sandwiches, by any stretch, but they were decently put together and would prove to be very filling. George picked up the two plates and made his way back to the couch, offering one to El while taking the other for himself. "Here you go," he said cheerfully, settling his plate on his lap and picking up the sandwich. "You'll have to let me know how it is."
Whichever they chose, George pulled out his sandwich-making supplies and set to work, crafting two sandwiches before putting away all of the fixings. They weren't gourmet sandwiches, by any stretch, but they were decently put together and would prove to be very filling. George picked up the two plates and made his way back to the couch, offering one to El while taking the other for himself. "Here you go," he said cheerfully, settling his plate on his lap and picking up the sandwich. "You'll have to let me know how it is."
