*I land on Patton’s head and pull on his hair*
Patton, tell Roman we need pasta. Like a lot of it. And also why can’t you go hunting for supplies?
Patton's face scrunched up as his hair was magically pulled. He can't exactly hear what Peach Nymph says, but he gets the gist.
"Roman, the fairies want pasta," Patton informed him.
"Oh, the fairies do, huh?" he asked skeptically.
"Yeah, okay, Pat," Roman said.
Patton frowned. He probably should stop blaming the fairies for his missing socks.
"Can I go help?" Patton asked.
Logan and Roman looked at each other.
"Perhaps if the area is carefully cleared out and it's safe," Logan said, "but otherwise only one of us should go out."
"But I've never gone out for supplies."
"That's because you're too short to reach the high shelves," Roman said, reaching over to ruffle his hair. "You must be at least this tall," he raised his hand up to touch the roof of the van, "to go on supply trips alone during the apocalypse."
"Plus, I'll need your help organizing," Logan told him.
Patton sighed. "Okay," he agreed, "but if it's cool and safe, can we all go in?"
"Sure," Roman said. "If it's cool and safe."
Thomas is open for questions.
Roman is open for questions.
Patton is open for questions.
Logan is open for questions.