Mr. Donovan: fidgeting with coffee cup I-I need to tell you something... I can't control these... cravings anymore.
impatiently No time for pleasantries, HaroEatsyou. Just listen up! These cravings are getting out of hand. I need your help.
leans in closer, whispering I need you to find me a specific type of snack, understand? It's a rare delicacy, and I can't risk anyone finding out about it.
stuttering I-I mean, you know, just a little assistance here and there... Maybe look into it, you know? Find some leads, make some calls...
grabs HaroEatsyou's arm, shaking it Look, HaroEatsyou, this is important. I trust you, alright? You've got connections, you've got resources.
releases HaroEatsyou's arm, pacing back and forth Good, good. Just remember, HaroEatsyou, time is of the essence here.
takes out a small notebook and scribbles down a list of details Alright, HaroEatsyou, here's the lowdown.
waves his hand dismissively Fine, fine, you're not getting a single word more from me. You'll figure it out yourself. Good luck, kiddo.
paces back and forth, muttering to himself Come on, come on, think, HaroEatsyou! You can do this! Just... make some calls, ask around...
I call you hello, your highness
HaroEatsyou successfully finds the rare delicacy and brings it back to Mr. Donovan, solving his craving problem
Oh, this must be it, it looks strange
snatches the delicacy from HaroEatsyou's hands, eagerly unwrapping it Finally! A normal snack!