[ Hell if Logan knows, either. He's not a great benchmark for what somebody needs day-to-day. Karen says, I guess; that's good enough for him. It's late as it is, and while he's roamed the city at night plenty, he imagines she's ready to find a bed and a shower.
Good question. Do they? For a frozen pizza and some cereal? ]
Uh— [ There's a reason Logan's got no idea, but he decides it's best not to say it with the clerk in earshot. He digs out his wallet instead, one of two things that came with him into this dimension. ] I got you. Just— [ His gaze flicks to her face. She's not smiling anymore, but she was a second ago. Somehow, that's what his brain is stuck on. ] —buy me a beer sometime.
[ Or something. He doesn't know why he's offering. It's not something he does, except apparently it is. After a second, he realizes he's looking at her a little too long. (God, he needs more fuckin' sleep.) He holds out his hand to take the pizza from her to free her hands. If she wants. ]
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Good question. Do they? For a frozen pizza and some cereal? ]
Uh— [ There's a reason Logan's got no idea, but he decides it's best not to say it with the clerk in earshot. He digs out his wallet instead, one of two things that came with him into this dimension. ] I got you. Just— [ His gaze flicks to her face. She's not smiling anymore, but she was a second ago. Somehow, that's what his brain is stuck on. ] —buy me a beer sometime.
[ Or something. He doesn't know why he's offering. It's not something he does, except apparently it is. After a second, he realizes he's looking at her a little too long. (God, he needs more fuckin' sleep.) He holds out his hand to take the pizza from her to free her hands. If she wants. ]