It was fucking cold.
Cold for the Westerner, anyway. Not quite chilly enough for the dumbass store attendant to turn the heating on. As he examined a rack of sweatpants by the storefront, Ernie could feel the hairs on his legs standing up, his calves bared by the glory of his khaki shorts. Standard West fashion. Helped him fit in with the bros but he might as well have been in his underwear in this North Carolina weather. The sentiment applied to pretty much his whole wardrobe. East had not been on his yearly schedule, for sure. It had been a while since he'd last gone shopping. Now it was nipping him in the ass. And his legs. And his mitten-less fingers.
Fuck, he hated Eastern weather.
Considering her relatively brief stint as one of USARILN East's cuffed subnaturals, Siena had found herself in need of new items an alarmingly high number of times. With much of her clothing having been at Zhang's estate during the attack and the loss of yet another e-reader, Siena was starting to think she would need the equivalent of a standing order at electronic shops and some sort of elite loyalty program for her preferred brands of clothing. Thankfully, even with the loss of her physical card case, the advent of technology had made it easy enough to obtain an alternate method of payment.
Not that it mattered when the card case had only held the
preferred cards and not
every one, she supposed.
Clad in fleece-lined stockings, a knee-length skirt had been a feasible choice even in the chillier weather. Coupling that with her usual attire of a coat and season-suitable blouse, and one might have been hard pressed to believe that the girl had to scrounge what was available in her wardrobe out of what remained. With that in mind, Siena couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity for a familiar face clad in clothing ill-suited for the weather they were experiencing.
"
Ernie?" The question wasn't really necessary, she recognized the boy without much effort. "
I take it you're out replacing clothing too?"
"Hm?" Ernie snapped a picture of the sweatpants' label, noting the size, brand and ridiculous price before addressing Siena properly with a smile.
"Less 'replacing' and more 'stocking up'. Didn't really have weather in mind when I was packing for East."Not that he had much to pack. Not that he had anything, period, when he got tossed into West.
"
Oh...right..." For all the time that their class had spent together, it was easy to forget that Ernie hadn't come in at the same time as everyone else. If his current attire was the best that he'd packed for the colder months coming forth...Siena couldn't help but give a faint grimace at the thought of the boy literally freezing to death. "
I forgot you transfered."
Well, at least being unprepared for clothing was something she could help with.
"
Mind if I join you in stocking up? Apparently clothing has a short lifespan here." Siena gave a half smile to the boy before she continued. "
I can cover for you. Our allowance isn't exactly enough to replace what we lose, much less stock up on anything."
Ernie chuckled genuinely.
"Sure! It'd be nice to have a shopping buddy. Oh, and don't worry about the cover."The Aberration displayed the photo gallery on his phone, swiping through the photos of labels he'd taken. They were fairly pricey items, certainly not a collection that would fit into a student's $500 budget. Among them were the sweatpants he'd just snapped.
"I don't actually buy things when I go out. The request forms accept all sorts of stuff! I just gotta write down what I see and I save some cash. Sure, it takes a while to show up and sometimes it's not even the right size but," he shrugged,
"it works. Mostly."The smile faltered for a moment. He was using the requisition sheets? That wasn't exactly the most time-friendly method, and it was already starting to get cold...
"
Ernie, I..." A pause. "
I'm gonna have to insist that you let me cover for you today. I don't want our next briefing being about you freezing to death in your room."
"Well, it'd be real flattering if they held an entire briefing about little ol' me but..."Ernie quickly looked her up and down. It gave him a fair idea of how big this 'cover' would be.
"I have a feeling I won't be able to pay you back. Within this year, at least. Maybe this decade."Siena couldn't help but blink once in surprise. Paying her back? What exactly was she going to do with money in their situation? After a handful of trips with her other peers, the brunette wasn't entirely sure what to make of Ernie's concern. The half smile grew a fraction warmer, confusion flickering across her expression for an instant before she regained herself.
"
You don't need to pay me back...?" Siena scolded herself internally for letting the claim trail off like a question. "
Believe me when I say the money's not going to be missed."
Not gonna be missed? He looked her outfit over once again, noting her expression but unsure of what to do with it.
...Yeah, he could believe the money talk. He still felt the barest bit icky about the whole thing but in the end, he shrugged.
"Alright, you win. Since you're covering, how about you pick the first store? I'll hold the bags.""
I haven't really explored, so we can always start here," Siena claimed, her eyes drifting toward the display that Ernie had snapped a picture from, making a small gesture towards the sweatpants and offering an almost cheeky smile. "
Make sure you get those in your size and all."
Ernie returned the smile with sloppy salute.
"Aye aye, cap!"His go-to store chains were the outdoor apparel outlets. Practical, fairly stylish from his personal perspective. Nothing that stood out too much. Ernie entered the automatic doors, ignored the slackjawed expression of the cashier, and headed straight for the jacket racks. Quick swipes made the process speedy, but he couldn't help but linger on one particularly blinding jacket. A mostly blue piece, hindered by the hideous, canary-yellow sleeves and hood. It was the kind of sight that'd make babies cry. An unbelieving grin lit up his face as he swished it in Siena's direction.
"This one's pretty wild," he laughed.
With her upbringing, Siena couldn't claim to know much about outdoor apparel. The extent of her "outdoor" adventures, after all, had never really involved roughing it in anything more rustic than a rambling estate. That said, she had taken some interest herself in a few articles of clothing--most of it seemed as though it would be sturdier than her standard fare. It was worth considering.
Was.Her opinion of the entire concept took a sharp nosedive once Ernie brandished an affront to both color and eyesight. A bright, blue and yellow article of clothing that could have passed for a biohazard warning sign. The girl's smile faltered for a moment. Was he going to--that wasn't--it was hard to bite back every protest she could muster.
So hard, in fact, that she almost didn't succeed.
"
It's...certainly eye-catching." Not in a good way. "
It almost looks like it would glow in the dark."
"Whoa, you think?" Ernie's eyes widened and he scanned the label for any mention of glowing. Wouldn't that be a fun thing to have, even if it was ugly as sin in the daytime. He cupped his hands around a patch of yellow, hoping the dark would prompt a reaction from the material. But there was nothing.
"Dang, almost," he sighed, before replacing it with a swamp green down-vest. Not as outstanding as the yellow, but still pretty bad. Besides, Siena seemed to like this joke.
"How 'bout this one? Like what you see?"Was he disappointed that it didn't glow? The thought was incredulous, and Siena almost found herself in disbelief that anyone would want to wear anything that garishly bright. Every part of Siena told her that she could probably get him better winter clothes from other places. Every. Single. Part.
Still, the brunette smiled when he next atrocity came out, looking more like mud turned into fabric than an actual vest. The smile wasn't quite as well-humored as the first.
"
I think you'd have to roll around in the dirt a little before it matches you," Siena heard the words before she entirely realized she was saying them, grey eyes widening in surprise at the retort before she did the only thing she could: roll with it. Brandishing the best attempt as a mischievous grin that she could, Siena prodded at the vest a little harder. "
Though maybe if we have a marsh mission, it'll act as camo."
A pause as something caught her eye, and Siena flicked aside a few more offending articles of clothing before fishing out an insulated jacket. Neutral, nothing entirely flashy or outstanding, especially with only black as its body, a shock of ivory fur trimming the hood. With a few other pieces...
"
I think you'd look pretty good in this." The friendly smile returned again. "
Plus you could wear it now and, you know, not be cold for the rest of the day."
At Siena's comments, Ernie laughed once again, though he couldn't help but sense that it wasn't a complete joke. Nothing major, right? It was a pretty ugly piece.
"Guess the Shrek costume can come another day," he remarked before he accepted the jacket. Nice lines, plus black was a color that was impossible to goof up. Yes, this one would do great. He flashed Siena an approving thumbs up as they both head to the counter.
"Alrighty," Ernie rolled his shoulders as they left the store, testing the feel of the purchase. It was good stuff,
"Where to next? I'm guessing a place with no nuclear-yellow?""
Your guess would be correct," Siena replied with a laugh. "
I hope you're not too disappointed by the lack of crossing guard couture."
Well, to be quite honest, there were a number of places that Siena had to stop by, but the mental image of Ernie turning in requisition sheets for something as necessary as
clothing refused to sit comfortably. Taking a moment to think over their options. Outdoor wear might not have been her forte, but...
"
I think I saw a Neiman Marcus on the way here," the girl mused softly. "
Though I'm not much help on the men's fashion front. Maybe you have some ideas?"
Ernie was about to make a quip on the name of the scarred boy but the tail end of her sentence threw him off more than he expected.
"Fashion...? Uh," he adjusted his beanie. What was the point? He only ever needed to look passable so he could fit in on campus.
"I don't really know, I just want some clothes."Um...? The moment of uncertainty from Ernie was matched in equal part by confusion from Siena. Grey eyes darted from his face to an unspecified spot on the floor, back to the boy.
"
That was what...uh, I mean if you know clothing brands you like, we can..." The words trailed off, still fettered by Siena's confusion. "
Sorry, are you not much for the entire vogue thing?"
"I don't...read magazines?" He didn't read much of anything, really. Man, what was this weird feeling of dumbassery that he was starting to feel? Hazel eyes glanced around quickly for a lifeline, settling on the storefront of the one they'd just left,
"I mean, Columbia is...that's a brand, right...?"There was being out of the loop and there was being completely unaware. This moment was starting to seem closer to the latter, which was a first for Siena. At least when Gerwulf dressed badly, it was because he didn't care, and no amount of explaining would change that. This was...entirely different.
"
Um, yeah, that's right..." Blinking her uncertainty away and masking as much of her distress and confusion with a smile as possible, Siena dared for another attempt. "
If you have a list of clothes you need, I can try to find the trendy stuff that matches you."
Did he really need 'trendy'? Ernie looked to Siena again, noticing the way she kept trailing off. It was sorta like...she actually felt
bad about the whole thing. And that sorta made him feel weird. All this awkwardness wasn't worth some fancy scraps of fabric.
So Ernie nodded. Not like he had any other plans today.
"Yeah. Yeah, that works. Lead the way. Oh, before we go, do you think you could..."He pulled a tube of concealer from his pocket, looking apologetic.
"Less hassle this way, y'know?"It took a moment for Siena to understand the need for the concealer when subnaturals were commonplace, but it made sense. Sort of. Hopefully any recognition would be dismissed as coincidence without the mark. She returned the apologetic expression with a careful smile that showed little more than a faint comprehension.
Closer to a human disguise, she supposed.
"
Don't look like you shot me or something, I'm used to it." Siena responded while accepting the tube. "
Make up is a girl's best friend or something like that."
Did he look like that when he shot people? Ernie smiled, relieved.
"Huh. Marilyn always told me it was diamonds.""
When diamonds make girls ageless, I'll believe that."
Shopping for men's fashion had proven to be an enlightening experience--well, shopping for men's fashion with different limitations than she was accustomed to. Deferring to Ernie had been easier, even if Siena couldn't
quite understand the appeal behind some of the...
creative choices that many had chosen to unfortunately display in their windows. She'd figured out early on that Ernie was about equally educated in fashion as most of her peers (read: almost not at all), but that didn't make trying to work with what there was any less enjoyable. To an extent.
Casual men's fashion was much more difficult than the uniform formal wear she typically saw males in. No set rulebook, and only advertisements to base things off of.
And who or what was a Billabong?She fingered a dubiously colored jacket, impressed by how soft the exterior was, but unimpressed by it looking more like it belonged in a gym, its grey hues patterned in a manner that screamed "stretch me" over "wear me". In a nice cobalt shade, it could be a nice intermediate between a full blown jacket and no jacket at all, even if it did look more like it belonged on the beach than in the autumn. Then again, those words applied to almost the entire store--maybe it was a new trend for men. Siena wasn't entirely certain.
"Oh, you like that one?"Ernie appeared next to her to examine the jacket. Slung across his arm was a baggy pair of trousers that was far more suited to mountain expeditions than anything more formal than a late-night Mcdonald's run.
"
It's a little masculine for me, don't you think?" Siena claimed with a helpless shrug of her shoulders, but she turned the jacket over to look at the back. No obnoxious designs, at least. "
But maybe I can convince Marcus to replace his torn up hoodie with it."
Her eyes drifted to the trousers over Ernie's arm--she
swore they looked like another set's older cousin.
"
Trying those on?" Siena set the grey jacket down, opting instead for one that held a little more color than "light neutral" to it. As if Marcus needed
more grey outerwear. "
By the way, did you need anything other than clothing? We might as well tackle it while we're out here."
"It looks handy for snow missions, if we ever go on any. What do you think?"He held them aloft for Siena to revel in their baggy glory.
"Eh, I heard they were starting clearances at Costco. I was gonna check them out. Not sure if I'll actually get anything but," he shrugged,
"it's Costco.""
Is...is it going to keep snow out of your pants?" Siena questioned, eyeing allt he extra space that it seemed to provide. Perhaps it was meant to be worn over another pair--she'd never know. Excessive snow had never been on her checklist of things to prepare for or ask about Offering a playful grin, Siena couldn't help but add to the thought. "
I feel like you could fit another pair of legs in there."
The distraction was not enough to keep the faint light of confusion from showing on Siena's face at mention of "Costco". It almost sounded like Cosco, but wasn't that a logistics company?
"
Um...Costco?" Her turn to be the one in the dark, it seemed.
"Yeah, apparently the one in this city is pretty good. Have you never been there?""
I'm afraid not." Giving a sheepish smile in response to the inquiry, Siena did her best to explain--she thought she did a pretty good job. "
I'm not actually sure what that is."
Ernie's mouth dropped open.
"You don't--oh my god. Okay. After we get all our clothes, I'm gonna take you there. Might as well have lunch there to get the full experience."He giggled in delight.
"Ah, I remember my first time. I think you'll love it there."Ernie's reaction was nothing short of delight, and Siena suddenly wasn't certain whether Costco was a shop or something else entire--wait,
lunch? She hid the confusion behind a smile.
"
I'll take your word for it," the girl replied, a sense of satisfaction coming from Ernie's own excitement. Her eyes drifted back to the baggy pants. "
But we really have to get you some clothes that don't imply 'mountain climbing expedition' everywhere you go."
Exactly thirteen shopping bags later, Ernie slumped his arms into a trolley, watching with satisfaction as their haul tumbled into the metal basket. Brent would be proud of the arm work he'd done today. Man, they really weren't kidding when they said 'shop 'til you drop'. They'd probably stocked enough clothing for the next three winters. With a content hum, he pushed the trolley to where he'd left Siena to admire the bunker-like splendor of Costco's exterior.
"So you've really never been here?"Siena wasn't entirely certain what she was looking at as she examined the exterior of Cotsco. A bunker? A warehouse? It reminded her, vaguely, of the type of building that she expected to see weapons in, but there was a steady stream of people decidedly
not bringing firearms or other death-inducing devices into or out of the facility. In fact, glancing into the entrance made it look like a storage unit--if storage units were well stocked with items that were up for purchase, at least.
Glancing towards Ernie as he approached, Siena gave a sheepish smile.
"
Not a single time." Her eyes drifted once more to the entrance. "
It looks kind of...imposing?" That seemed to be the right word, or at least close enough to it. Her eyes then fell on the trolley--they'd purchased a lot already, true, but was an entire trolly necessary? Curiosity seared at her again, making her want to dive headfirst into their expedition, but the girl held herself in check. "
I mean, it looks like they have guards at the doors. What exactly are they selling here...?"
The boy flashed a knowing smile. If eyes could actually sparkle then they'd definitely be doing it now.
"Everything you could dream of. And more," he chuckled, and with a flash of his membership card they were in.
A sprawling laneway of widescreen TVs greeted them first. Storeys-high, industrial shelves peeked over the array of electronics, hinting at the unimaginable size of the store chain's stock. Families bustled past them, pushing trolleys filled to the brim with items of all different categories as Ernie breathed in the atmosphere.
"Isn't it incredible?" he sighed and turned back to face Siena.
Incredible was certainly one way to put it. Siena wasn't entirely certain what she'd expected, but it really looked like Costco had
everything as a selection. Towering shelves, palettes of items that the girl both could and couldn't identify, electronics,
jewelry? The brunette had to take an extra few seconds to take in everything before she could formulate a response, eyes turning back to her companion.
The expression on her face was one not entirely unlike someone experiencing snow for the first time.
"
I don't think I've ever seen a single store with this much selection." Her eyes drifted over tablets, cameras, caught sight of a sign that had the word "seafood" printed over it far in the back of the store, then returned to Ernie. Siena felt her mind try to reject what her senses told her--there was
no way that they were selling seafood in the same place as tablets and televisions. None. No way. "
I...have no idea where to even begin."
The Aberration chuckled sagely.
"It's not just a store, Siena," he said as a nearby family argued over how many crates of dog food they were bringing home,
"It's the happiest place on Earth. Also it helps if we move counter-clockwise."He gestured their path with a sweep of his arm.
"Shall we?""
I'll defer to your lead, good sir." It seemed like a smarter idea than wandering off on her own and never seeing Ernie again.
Taking her place beside the Aberration, Siena let her eyes trail over the cases of goods, the literal palettes full of items that the girl wasn't entirely sure anyone would need in bulk. A bitter voice sounded off in the back of her head, reminding her again that she was still struggling to figure out the world outside the walls of her gilded cage. One even darker than that demanded to know whether she missed the empty estate.
Siena refused to acknowledge the self-aimed question.
"
I know it hasn't been long, but how has your piano practice been going?" The question came as naturally as Siena could manage it. Anything was better than letting her mind stew, after all. "
I thought of ordering some sheet music, so if you had any preferences, I'd love to hear them."
"Uhhhh," Ernie looked like a child caught skipping class,
"well, I've been sorta busy lately. Squeezed in a few sessions at the mansion but since we've gotten back...not so much. The music rooms are a bit of a walk from the dorms.""
Hmmm..." Siena allowed the note to hang in the air for a moment, looking contemplative, but acknowledging that she was letting it steep for her own benefit. "
I guess not having a keyboard on hand makes practicing kind of harder..." Still, the girl gave a half-grin. "
I guess I can let it slide this time if you haven't forgotten everything."
"Sorry, Miss," Ernie clapped his hands in front of his face in a mock begging position,
"I'll do my homework next time."'Not sure if I'll actually get anything' turned out to be a blatant lie. An hour or so later, Ernie was pushing a trolley filled to the brim with items. The most notable items were two large cardboard boxes: a fabric steamer and a new vacuum cleaner. Assorted snacks and cleaning utensils were also included. Siena, too, had a trolley, though rather than the equipment Ernie was boasting, her load was mostly made up of two electronic keyboards.
Ernie gulped down a bite of pizza, keeping an eye on their purchases as he ate.
"So? Did you like it?""
Indubitably." Carefully peeling back the foil from her own food, Siena gave a quick look over her own purchases--a few electronics, a few pet care items, a few variety packs as far as snacks went for the dorm...the girl had to say that it had been a productive shopping trip. Moreso than she'd expected, even with the intention of "stocking up". Costco's vast size and selection left an impression that she was certain wouldn't be fading anytime soon. "
The convenience is undeniable. I can safely say it's been a pleasant experience."
Carefully taking a small bite into what the menu had only vaguely described as a "chicken bake", Siena was...pleasantly surprised by the flavors. Nothing offensive, and she could taste the main ingredients.
Siena failed to notice that the opposite end of the oblong delicacy was starting to leak white fluid, the first of many drops precariously clinging to the foil only by the grace of some hygienic greater power.
"
How'd you find out about this place?"
"Mm, yes, in-doob-ly," Ernie nodded solemnly, hoping his guess that it was a positive word was correct. When the question was raised, he smiled at the memory.
"It was one of my first weeks at West. Bunch of guys took me out since I didn't have clothes then either. I swear, the first time I went to a Costco, I bought double what we both got today. Almost used up my whole allowance!"In-doob-ly? The word came to mind, an attempted recreation of her own diction, but missing just a little something. Siena did her best not to let the moment of confusion fluster her, instead taking solace in what seemed to be a pleasant memory.
"
Are you always without clothing?" The girl questioned, a light, joking tone lacing the inquiry. "
But managing double what we bought on the allowance the school gives? That's quite a feat." Allowing herself the comfort of an almost genuine grin, the Arbiter gave a quiet, light laugh before she spoke again, biting back the question she wanted to ask at the last moment. "
I'm afraid I'm not much company in comparison, but I'm glad that the metaphorical torch of Costco introductions was passed to you."
"I guess I've never had much to pack," he shrugged with a smile,
"And maybe 'double' was a little over the top. It was still a lot though."Meta--what now?Ernie kept his composure.
"Spreading the magic of retail is the best honor a guy could have," he grinned,
"Don't worry. You were great for a first-timer. I had a lotta fun today."Fun. It was hard not to feel surprised, given her tendency to assume the worst of a situation. Her grin grew a fraction warmer, a step closer to
genuine.
It was nice to have at a few moments of peace.
"
I'll take a compliment where I can get it. The entire 'going out with a friend' thing is still new territory to explore." She offered a hapless shrug of the shoulders along with the words. "
We should do this again next time you need to stock up on anything."
"Yeah, definitely!"Ernie didn't even want to look at the receipts they'd accumulated. He definitely wouldn't be able to pay her back by the end of the year.
"What do your parents do anyway, for you to have so much to spend?"The smile faltered for a moment.
"
Oh, my father evidently developed some sort of software." Siena did her best to trivialize the matter as it were. It wasn't as though she was
completely lying. "
I wasn't given much detail on it since he married up the social ladder. I think most of the money has been in the family for a few generations."
"Wow, that sounds fancy." Ernie gulped down another bite of pizza. The old money stuff had never made sense to him.
"Does that mean you're like American royalty or something?""
I wouldn't say royalty, but I suppose my family is prominent in the high society circuit." It certainly felt like it with how many events she read of afterwards with her parents in attendence. Thinking on it only reminded the girl of things she preferred to view as passing flights of fancy. "
The opportunity to ask in detail never really came up."
'High society', damn. Ernie supposed that made their current location even more fun than it was before. Like putting Big Mac sauce on lobster. He gestured to the two trolleys.
"I bet the Founding Fathers or whoever your ancestors were are glad that their money is being put to good use," Ernie laughed,
"Oh, your bake is dripping something, by the way.""
I'm certain that Hamil--oh, shit...!" Hissing faintly in disapproval, Siena held the bake away from her, over the table where small trail of white droplets followed it, but not before it had left an inopportune spattering of mystery sauce along the thigh of her pants. The girl grimaced faintly. At least she had plenty of time to change when they got back. "
Well, it could have been worse."
A pause.
"
It could have been about four inches to the left and much harder to explain."
"Yeah, what's even going on with this wrapping?" Ernie leaned closer to squint at the bake,
"I swear, even some cling wrap and a rubber band would've worked better than whatever this foil is.""
I sincerely do not want to test that theory," Siena claimed. "
I'd rather keep my pants salvageable today."
Which was more than she could say of her clothing in the last few combat encounters they'd had, but Siena kept that thought to herself. Not the point.
"
Though it wouldn't be the worst idea I've ever gone along with."
For real? Ernie could think of a lot worse.
"Heh, yeah. Worst would be scrambling into an underground tunnel when you see a tsunami coming. Or teleporting back into danger knowing that there were Amigos coming to tear the whole place up, righ--" Ernie chuckled before coughing violently, realising all too late what he just said.
Again, Siena's expression faltered, unpleasant memories of the island coming back to mind. Broken bodies, people gone. Bad ideas. The girl winced when words didn't come to mind immediately.
'Third worst, actually.'Not the right words.
"
I--" Didn't have a response, so she quieted the half-assed protest and averted her gaze instead.
"Shit, that was a dick move. I didn't mean--" He couldn't finish that sentence honestly.
"
It's...it's fine." Because she probably deserved it in some measure. "
There were better countermeasures than going along with a bad idea."
"...Yeah, there were," Ernie muttered in agreement. He'd already talked it over with Brent. But this was necessary too, right?
An ugly pause lingered in the air.
"I thought you were gonna die out there.""
...I'm sorry." Even though it wouldn't have changed anything that already happened.
'I expected to die out there.'"
I was just supposed to be an escape route."
Rescuing Gregory had never been part of her perogative.
"
I won't say I have any excuses beyond that."
Ernie stared at her, trying to make sense of her words. He...got most of it, hopefully. Probably. In the end, he just let out a tired laugh.
"I...understand, I think." He sighed. Keep it simple, stupid. There was a very easy explanation to it.
"You just really care about Brent, right?""Care" was a strong word, but it wasn't entirely wrong, Siena supposed. She would have done the same for the few faces that had managed to endear themselves to her. Granted, most of them weren't stubborn enough to have a believable image of trying to throw themselves into danger even with plenty of obstacles in the way, but...
She offered a half-hearted attempt at a smile.
"
Something like that."
Oh. That shy awkwardness. Reckless dives into danger. Ernie could recognise that immediately.
"Mmhmm, I geddit." Relieved, he flashed a knowing smile.
"Don't worry, I won't blab about it. It's good to see you guys are so tight."Had Brent told Ernie about their prior conversations? Unexpected, but not something she would argue against.
"
Thanks. I appreciate it." It wasn't as if she wanted more people to know exactly how twisted she was. Gingerly trying to readjust her meal in its aluminum confines to prevent further leakage, Siena did her best to at least put the topic at ease again.
"
By the way, did we actually have a plan for carrying all this back?"
Ernie was silent. Unmoving. Slowly, his eyes shifted to the sheer bulk that was occupying the two home aquarium-sized trolleys, if the aquariums were made to fit a pet shark.
"We...we'll figure something out..."