Gabriel lessened his accent, his facade clearly noticed. 

"I really am from Poland. Thank you for not ending my life over some pick-less." he mispronounced pickles again,  showing that he did have some language problems. He picked the frames off of the ground and handed them to Aaron. 

"I would enjoy being a part of your little market grupa. I apologize if I mispronounce things or end up switching to Polish." Gabriel grabbed another pickle jar and began looking it over once again. 

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