"Or utterly terrify your friends and neighbors with my alien appearance and strange ways. Either way tons of laughs right?" She grinned at him, a touch wolfishly, and followed him into the pharmacy.

Ahhhh, pill closets. The pharmacist was happy to take the two scripts for antibiotics and painkillers, then waved them at chairs to...wait. Fun.

"Anything, really. Real food if there's the option and a chance to cook it, fast food or snatched food if there isn't. I"m not allergic to anything? And I can make a meat simmer that used to drive Mr. Creed into fits of happiness?"