With a light chuckle Kiel tries to keep the mood light. Motioning for Zach to follow him he begins walking back around the building towards the front door, completely oblivious to the subtle offer for him to take a seat beside the young man. “No, it's on the edge however, but we will hop a bus not a block from here and be dropped off right at the front door, so you do not have to worry about walking the city streets.” The worry and faint fear in the boy's voice tugs at the priest's innards, however he refuses to let it show on his face. Over the past several days Kiel's learned more and more how the young man does not appreciate the open pity the priest often has on his face and has instead taken to expressing his joy or satisfaction in any given situation, keeping his sadness to himself to better win the young man's trust.

“The destination itself I would like to be a surprise, however I am quite sure you will enjoy yourself. I know I'm looking forward to it greatly.” As they walk back in through the front door Kiel walks over to a closet and begins rummaging through it for a bag of some sort for Zach to put his stuff in, maybe even a few souvenirs should they find something cheap that he likes. The priest, quite obviously isn't rich, however he likes the idea of bringing something back with them to remind the young man of the fun they had there. He harrumphs softly as he has difficulty finding what he's looking for. [i]'I know it's in here. Even if we do not go today, it would be good to have this thing at the ready. . .'[/i]

From his place half buried under thing he calls back, “There is a special event running today and tomorrow, so if you'd rather go tomorrow, that will be just fine.” He smiles in victory as he finds what he's looking for. Sitting back he looks over the leather messenger bag carefully to make sure it us undamaged. “That being said, if you'd rather wait, the place will always be there. We can go when you're ready, Zach.” standing up with a warm smile he hands the bag to the teen. “Here, you can put your drawing supplies in there. Even if it rains, the stuff will be safe!.” He chuckles as he recalls the boy's humility about his drawing skills and reaches out, ruffling his hair gently. “Can't have them getting ruined. You may be famous some day and those things will sell for big buck you know.”