[He's having some doubts of his own idea here, but he hopes it...works. And since it's him, he grabs his own key from his bag - wandered the apocalypse alone and he still carried it with him. An idiot.
But he walks them down the block, to a couple thrift stops. Picks up a larger heavy throw blanket, and a nicer reusable box. Another shop has some old plates and flatware.
The Thai place he gets them to is familiar. The staff behind the counter recognize him from late nights ordering when he couldn't sleep.]
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But he walks them down the block, to a couple thrift stops. Picks up a larger heavy throw blanket, and a nicer reusable box. Another shop has some old plates and flatware.
The Thai place he gets them to is familiar. The staff behind the counter recognize him from late nights ordering when he couldn't sleep.]
Whatever you want.