He can't speak to the idea that turning down the drugs Z had brought along was good for him, because that would mean admitting to his problem in a moment of lucidity, instead of under the burning gaze of his brother or best friend. But it was still a fact that he was doing far better than he had been previously- and legitimately seemed to be in high spirits as he appears from the back door of the food market- with something in a cat carrier and a pair of heavy duty gloves that cover his elbows under his uniform shirt. He's talking to the creature inside, rather distracted as he makes his way back to the truck- only to nearly walk over someone coming the other way. "Woah- easy! Almost dropped this." he taps the top of the carrier, and lowering it into the bed of the truck, it's contents- a mother possum and several babies- momentarily visible. "Woulda been a hell of a time tryin' to fish 'em out of the Food Market again, I tell ya." He removes his gloves as he takes in exactly who he'd nearly... taken out. "Oh. Hey Zelda, sorry about th' near-collision." He laughs, dusting his shirt off with now-bare hands. "Ain't run into you since the flower festival. Quite a... bit of new knowledge comin' out since then though, yeah?"
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