Parry wrinkled his nose at the idea of hiding behind an Italian Ice cart like they were in some cheesy Scooby-Doo episode. The demon had waltzed into the shop, but so far no screams, crashes or explosions of dark energy followed in its wake. As far as Parry knew, demons spent all their time lusting after the essence of the living. Not buying tacky hats from a tourist shop.

"If it knows what we are, it either doesn't care or wasn't in the mood to start shit. I think it'd be best to leave it be. But..." Parry rolled on his side, then stood and hoisted the diaper bag over his shoulder, "I'd be up for getting some Lemon-Lime ice if you would too."