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Not too late to change the plans. Rollerblading could probly keep for a day with less snow.

Hey, could always rollerblade after, too. I'll leave that grog to you, though.

Man, and I'm out of gummi shark, too.

It didn't make it any better!

Could get something that tastes good, at least. In theory there's gotta be something.

You think?

[Digs his phone out, casual, to look.]

Hey, there's chocolate-flavored stuff. And coconut rum?

Sounds sweet. So right up your alley.

You wanna try something?

I'll try anything once. What d'you want me to pick up?

[whips out her phone]

Dude, it's cool, I got it.

C'mon, I'm luxuriating in 'best individual murder' points here. And somebody's gotta buy snacks, too. 'S not the same without gummy shark.

...you sure?

I don't even remember the last time I bought something. I can take care of this much.

[hands over her phone]

Just get some good stuff, it's all the same to me.

Twenty-seven things of Yan Yan.

[Takes the phone.]

[Does not let go]

This privilege can be taken away, you understand.

Jeez, okay, okay. Yan Yan free, I promise.

[Releases, all smiles]

So long as we're on the same page.

Hearing you loud and clear.

[He orders some senbei and some Pretz - the kind of things she tends to eat more of, when he shares his snacks - and gets the bottle of coconut rum before handing the phone back.]

Guess we gotta go pick it up now, huh?

Yeah. I can get it if you wanna get comfy. You did just schlep out here after all.

You just want me to warm the mattresses up before you crawl in.

[But actually, that's. He won't, anymore, will he? Less than before, even.]

A-anyway, yeah, sure. If that's cool?

...Yeah. Let me know if you got any last-minute requests.

[she flips a wave and starts climbing back out the window]

[Lets her get out the window before he just kind of. Flops down and closes his eyes for a second.]

[He's got time. She is gone for a while.]

[Cool. Cool. Cause it's going to take a little while before he picks himself up and gets into comfier clothes, and then immediately kick himself for not bringing comfier clothes that have long sleeves.]

[At length there's a pounding at the hideout door--heavy, more of a bash or kick than a knock. By the third pound she gets the door open, stomping in with a huge box of stuff as she kicks the door shut behind her.]

I'm home~

[She's changed to loungewear, and kicks off slippers before setting the box down on their pilfered cafe table. She pulls out the requested snacks and a few more (puffed corn snacks and some non-yanyan sweets); tea and juice and bourbon along with the rum. Once those've been unpacked, she tosses a blanket at his head.]

Now you can warm up the mattresses. Plug that in, wouldja?

[She bends to their other jury-rigged plug and hooks up an electric kettle.]

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