[ The story checks out, but it's not as though he would've expected it not to. Just as before, he doesn't suspect her of holding any malice--at least, not any intentional malice. Hunk and Lance--he assumes Lance is the reason she's speaking in the plural--they're friendly guys, it makes sense that they'd make friends with a girl their age, mention they were moving, talk about food.
Not talk about making animals fight.
He'll have to tell them about that himself, he supposes, let them make their own decisions about her from there. He's already made up his mind on her, though, and he doesn't want her hanging around here any longer than she has to, so he holds his hand out demandingly. ]
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Not talk about making animals fight.
He'll have to tell them about that himself, he supposes, let them make their own decisions about her from there. He's already made up his mind on her, though, and he doesn't want her hanging around here any longer than she has to, so he holds his hand out demandingly. ]
OK. Hand it over.