[b]"Hmm... Mmm... Hmmm.... Oh ho?"[/b]

Harvey peered over the vast selection of fruits in the farmer's market. For others it would have been an impressive array of organic treats, but Harvey was no stranger to the market. He had already written off a few stands for their frankly subpar produce and took note that many of them purchased goods from the same fields, so he wasn't really getting any true variances. The "home grown" farmers weren't much better, since their products only barely was an improvement over the rest of the merchants but sold their goods at exuberant prices. But again, this wasn't unusual for Harvey. After a while he simply accepted it as it was and did his best to make due with what he could purchase. He was feeling fruity, so he brought some berries that he knew would go well together, as well as some that he hasn't tried to match. It was always fun to experiment. 

But now he needed a kitchen. He would have returned to his master's restaurant, but he had to close up shop to celebrate his anniversary with his wife. Harvey would not dare bother him on such an occasion, and besides that he didn't work there anymore. He did not want to burden his old master. [b]"Hmm... What should I make this into? A pastry? A drink? If I'm going to do that, I'll need to get some more things..."[/b] Harvey mused to himself when he hear some shouting. Turning his head towards the noise he noticed some people running. A thief? Harvey went to investigate.

Being large Harvey had a bit of a hard time getting threw the crowd, but his size also made people wary of him. In his eyesight he could see a old woman pushing around a small boy. She held in her hand a few bottles of some black liquid and a bag of pellets. Harvey recognized them as pain medication. "What are you going to do with this, huh!?" The old woman screeched. The boy was quiet, looking down at his feet. The old woman pushed against his head, shouting still. "Answer me!" The boy spoke quietly, Harvey almost didn't hear him. "It's for my mother..." The old woman was about to start screeching again when Harvey stepped forward. He held his giant hand up, and despite being twice the size of the old woman, she showed no fear. Tough lady, it was a good thing Harvey was going to try to solve this diplomatically. [b]"Wait."[/b]

Harvey lumbered over to the boy and the woman. He looked at the boy who still stared at his feet. [b]"Is your mother sick?"[/b] The boy simply nodded his head. Reaching inside of himself Harvey took out some bills to purchase the medicine. [b]"This should be enough, yes?"[/b] The old woman took the cash from Harvey and counted it. Whether he gave too much or too little she didn't say. She just put the medicine in Harvey's hand and turned away. "He better not do it again." She spat as she went back to her store. Harvey put the medicine into the same bag which he was using to hold onto his groceries before holding it out to the boy. The child looked at Harvey but no words were exchanged. He stached the bag and ran off while Harvey went back to his previous business.

[b]"I think I'll make a smoothie. Let's see... I need ice... And more fruit. And maybe honey? Hmm..."[/b]

At some point after he finished shopping Harvey had arrived to a tavern by the name of "The Drunken Bar". Technically it was a pub, but Harvey always referred to it as a tavern. It was regularly packed with adventurers whom Harvey would listen with rapt attention, on the off chance of finding something new and exciting to pursue. The owner sort of knew Harvey, though the only words they ever exchanged to one another were greetings and drink orders. But today Harvey wanted to use his kitchen and some of his supplies to make himself a smoothie. As he entered the establishment he saw many colorful characters inside, even a Kusagi woman! She wore a dress that looked similar to the dress of his old master's wife, though obviously of a different design. Harvey wondered if they knew each other but held his tongue. That would be racist. 

Lumbering over to the counter Harvey and addressed the barkeep. [b]"'Scuse me, mind if I borrow your kitchen? I'd like to make myself a drink if you don't mind. I promise to pay for anything I use."[/b] Harvey youthful voice echoed from within his steel chassis. He held up a bag of assorted groceries to let the barkeep know that he did bring his own ingredients as well.