Viral's worry over being dropped was unfounded, nothing bad would happen to him. If by some very unlikely chance the Beastman should fall then she would be right there to catch him, and she would be more than willing enough to take a hit to keep him safe. Yumi blew off the concern altogether though she could tell her friend hadn't, but he would just have to put his trust in her and keep in mind it would all work out for the best. They would get back in no time and return good as new, she hoped. "Your scarf and boots? Yeah, yeah of course I did! They're right-- Oops." So that would explain why her feet felt so cold! In her rush to get Viral to the ship she had forgotten not only his things, but hers as well. Good thing they weren't all that far away, otherwise it could be a real bother to double back. Smiling at the Beastman sheepishly Yumi came to a halt, turning herself around and flying right on back to the lake. By good fortune their things were in the same spot as when they had left; having someone or something run off with them would have been quite the letdown. Stringing together a slew of apologies the pair went back to the shore of the lake, with Yumi setting Viral back down so they could get their boots back on. "Good thing you reminded me before we got too far, huh?" she asked, smiling bashfully, "Uh... Sorry, again."

There were plenty of things that Vegeta enjoyed, and plenty that he did not; money and managing a business fell under the latter category. Yes having money was nice, it enabled you to do as you pleased, but it was a curse as much as a blessing. All he wanted was to do experiments and tests, develop new machines and technologies and now travel to new, unexplored worlds. He had the funds for it to be certain, but his obligations at Capsule Corporation kept him tied down. Regardless of personal feelings towards his position he had to maintain it as to keep his father's way of life alive. Should he let someone from the board take over the company could change quite drastically, and he feared it wouldn't be for the better. Until he could find a proper successor, or until his father came back as planned then he was going to be left in charge of things. "I have to wonder how the food is in this restaurant, if a market stall can produce something this good," Vegeta mused aloud, turning over some seared fruit in his hands. "If this isn't enough I don't suppose any of you object to trying some food here?"

Takeshi figured the very least he could do now was offer to look over the wounds, maybe see if he could patch it up. An innocent enough offer, so why was T'charrl seeming all bent out of shape over it? "I didn't mean totally new! Just... I mean in the grand scheme of things it's new, you know? Like a few weeks in... 17 years, that's pretty new." Eh, he should probably just drop that huh? If he was only going to make things worse by offering to help out then he'd just have to bide his time and wait for L'esta to return. Evidently he'd gone and used words that T'charrl wasn't familiar with again as he was left explaining what 'scabs' meant. "N-no! Nothing like that"! Takeshi said quickly, waving his hands in a dismissive fashion, "It's like when you get an injury and it starts to heal, so it gets all hard and covered, you know? It's just uh... Yeah, take a moment." Chuckling sheepishly he rubbed at the back of his head, looking away as his face heated up a little. Maybe Shu could come in and save the day, or at the very least perk T'charrl up a little. Hopefully L'esta got back soon with some help too, they should really be working on getting T'charrl back to his old self.