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"I've been thinking," Salvador said. He tapped his chin. Just to prove a point. "I don't think often," he admitted. Turning towards Cyrus.
"But."
Salvador set down his shoulder bag and opened it. He grabbed a package, wrapped in paper and rope, out of it and held it out to Cyrus.
"It's a similar mask as mine," he said. "Demon-mask," he clarified. As he used his fingers to depict his own mask's horns. "They fend off evil spirits. I think. You know more about magic than me." He paused. Then gently shook the package, to make it look more desirable.

"I found a green one and it made me think of you. And of those Brussels sprouts. I like sprouts," he said.