You could imagine, Zhijiru sinking slow on his counter and covering his face as the people starred in the direction of Luca's exclamation. He peeked out past his arm watching the people go by after realizing it was nothing. "You seem very itchy for adventure today. All this talk about heroes and such. And honestly, it's starting to get to me." Zhijiru paused, "In a good way-- I mean. Maybe I should close up early and we could do something. Not sure what though..."

Zhijiru paused, taking a deep breath. "It's not like I have parents that can stop me from being irresponsible anymore." He said it, not at all feeling like the death of his family was holding him down, but somehow freeing. He took another inhale, not as deep.

Then he sat down and held up Diesel the Norwegian Elkhound on his lap. "Or maybe I could just stay here and be a good boy, make money... and such," he said, nodding to himself in approval.