[He'll have a hand out for Owen if he needs it while getting himself to his feet, though he will not be surprised if Owen completely ignores it.]

Maybe. Or maybe I was just lucky. 'M not exactly operating at my best around here or anything.

Sweet ones, right? 'ts kinda late in the year for it, but...

[He'll nod a short distance ahead, where a booth has been set up with a small variety of dango skewers. Most of it's savory, but there are several that have the spring-centric tri coloring.]

Go ahead. Pick whatever looks good.