A young man I encountered named Forrest. He's a very good cook.

[There's probably more than cookery involved but frankly, that's what stuck in his mind as it was the only nonsweet thing he was able to easily locate. As he settles on a seat it .. feels like something's under the cushion and sort of uncomfortable.

A bit of fishing around covertly brings up a .. can of tuna?]

Because I am asking many questions myself. It is reasonable to offer information in return, especially if it seems relevant to your interests. As you distrust them, something that may be interfering with them might be interesting.

[As far as he felt it was very straightforward. Give and take.]