[As luck would have it, that seems to have done the trick. Tuco just nods, sets the breadsticks down once more, and reaches for a slice.
...Scratch that, three slices.]
Sure, [he says, eyes down as he begins rolling one up into a tube.] I like Pugsy's. You, uh... you see Tuco around there, you welcome to name your poison.
[Then, as a distracted afterthought:] You're not so bad, either.
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...Scratch that, three slices.]
Sure, [he says, eyes down as he begins rolling one up into a tube.] I like Pugsy's. You, uh... you see Tuco around there, you welcome to name your poison.
[Then, as a distracted afterthought:] You're not so bad, either.