Yeah, I was thinking that too. It's just the sofa bed anyway.

[He hums, - listens to the tattoo'd clerk list of directions to a decent supplier - then nods, distracted. ] Shoulda wrote a list, man. C'mon - we can figure out over loaded fries.

[He offers a quick thanks on their way out, makes sure his bike is still in place before the cross and head to where Billy hopes has at least good burgers. Like, thick. ] I keep wondering if I should get like a place, place, you know? In case a confluence throws up Max.