[In a magnificent stroke of coincidence, Otto's not watching the bowl either. One of the bartenders almost dropped an entire bottle of something and a rather impressive fumble followed. He reaches for the pretzels without really thinking about it and as a result, his fingers touch down on the back of Bruno's hand. That's enough to get him to look the bowl's way, just for a split second, then upwards towards Bruno's face.]
Oh! Sorry. [... He's not exactly moving his fingers, though. Just lifting them about an inch.]
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Oh! Sorry. [... He's not exactly moving his fingers, though. Just lifting them about an inch.]