He opened, then closed his mouth, thinking her question over. "I've actually never seen it. But I can't imagine its good." He said vaguely. If he lingered too long in place, it grew really uncomfortable. Like what he drowning would feel like under intense water pressure. So if someone who couldn't get out were left in the shadows, he imagined the pressure would pommel them until they crumbled.
He'd also only ever seen someone leave a part of their body behind once, a lifetime ago. It had been a horrible sight. They hadn't lived long.

When she suggested going on sunset, he glanced at her in confusion. What did that mean? But then she gestured to the ocean, and he glanced in the direction. It wasn't visible anymore, but he understood. He'd heard many people talk about oceanside sunsets to know it would be worth it to see.
He made no comment about the food. Even he was tempted. It smelled horribly delicious, and in a crowd, there was always the potential to get your hands on food while someone wasn't looking. 

"Take it outside into the woods, near where we left." Ruli suggested as Kire stretched and spoke to herself. "You may hit a tree or something, but its better than a person." He watched her pick up an armload. "And try not to break anything." He added for good measure, sitting on the wagon in the meantime. 
When she came back and was clearly finished, he stood, motioning for her to rest for a moment while he took his own batch. Having never carried anything of the sort, even Ruli was nervous. He held the lumber across his body, the vertically, trying to decide which would be more comfortable. 
After the first trip, he decided vertical it was, even if it still wasn't comfortable. He placed it next to Kire's pile in the mountains, and returned to repeat the task.

When they finished, the wagon empty, he took a moment to lean on the side of the wagon as she asked about taking a specific street. Ruli only grunted in response. He couldn't imagine what she wanted to look at. Truthfully, he wouldn't mind looking at the water again. Or at some of the food carts. 
But she led him to coffee. By the Gods, maybe she wasn't so thick afterall. Ruli approached and took his cup eagerly, wrapping his hands around it for the warmth as he held it under his nose. "I miss coffee." He admitted to no one in particular. The vendor eyed them curiously; from his clothing to Kire's sword. He poured both sugar and cream into Kire's coffee, furrowing his brow when Kire mentioned not once, but twice to add more sugar.

As they drank, he bent behind his wagon to fill a small canvas bag with coffee beans. Ruli sipped his coffee, unable to complain about the purchase. Having slept through the day for months and suddenly trying to stay awake during was not an easy task, and this would help. "And tobacco?" He asked the vendor, who shook his head. "Any idea where we can buy tobacco?"
It wasn't a far walk. Once they'd paid for their coffee and the beans, they strolled along lazily. Ruli held his cup close, unhappy that it was cooling so fast in the cold, late winter air. Ruli fished into his tunic, fishing into a hidden pocket to withdraw a few coins to pay for a sizeable box of loose tobacco and paper. Once it was tucked under his arm, he turned around, draining the last of his coffee. 

"Now, botanist, or we can try to get our hands on food." He suggested, his eyes roaming the crowded street.