It would be a blatant lie to say Tsukishima isn’t judging the centaur at least a little bit. However, for the most part, he’s keeping it off his face. There’s only simple disinterest, paying more mind to his task. As hoofbeats signal Maurice’s approach, he turns to accept the potatoes from him.

“Thank you.” At least he’s polite. Not much else there, but you take what you can get. Setting the potatoes down on the counter, he nods. “It’s where Yamaguchi and I got these vegetables. It’s actually not that far…. If you walk for thirty minutes, you’ll reach the town.” He pauses, glancing over Maurice’s horse half.

“...Maybe you’d reach it sooner than some of us.”