No Idea

Once Destiny had left, Zan convinced Jett to take up residence on the couch where within five minutes he'd fallen asleep again. Zan was just as glad - at least his friend was resting, which is what his body needed. It was his own stupid fault, but Zan didn't want him to suffer any more than he already had. He gathered up some pillows and blankets to make them all comfortable, and also cleaned up just a bit - something he hadn't taken the time for the night before with Destiny there. 

By the time she came back, Jett was awake again but still not feeling great, so was still just lying down on the couch, quiet. Zan had almost started to doze off himself, but got to his feet as soon as she arrived. Smiling, he followed her to the kitchen and peeked in some of the bags. "Ooooh... you did get some mighty find snacks." He grinned before leaning down and giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "You're the best, you know that?"

He stuck his head back around the corner to the living room. "Hey, Jett? Want some rootbeer?" 

Jett shifted around to lay on his back, and winced as his ribs hurt. "Um... maybe a little."

Zan withdrew and gave Destiny a worried look. "He never says no to rootbeer," he mentioned quietly. "I'm kinda worried about him." He retrieved a glass and put some ice in it before pouring some of the soda. "I can't tell if he's really not feeling well physically or if it's more than that." If it was physical, maybe he needed to go back to the hospital. But if it was emotional... he had no idea what to do. 


Wyatt glanced at his phone as Aerith responded, and thought more about the weekend. Yeah... it would probably be fun. He was concerned about his dad being stressed, but maybe he needed a break, too.

Thinking I might need pizza for
lunch. Think Carson would fire
you for taking a few minutes
if I came down there to eat?


"Oooh..." Eli grinned and ran the toe of his boot around Scarlet's ankle. "This could get... interesting." Still grinning, he shook his head. "Actually - I've got a few people already who want some custom paint jobs. So I need to make sure my bookkeeping is up and running from the get-go. My brain though..." He grimaced. "Not so good with the math and all that. Eventually, I want Tal in on this too, if things pick up enough, and that'll be even more book work, so... that's where you come in... if you're still willing to help a poor guy out." 


Garret entered Mom and Pop's as cautiously as he always did, and made a quick sweep of the room before wandering up to the counter. 

Carson had just finished cleaning a few things up when he spotted Garret and bristled slightly. He tossed his towel over his shoulder and wandered up to the counter. "G'day." 

Garret nodded. "Thirteen working today?" 

Carson's eyes narrowed as he studied Garret out from under the brim of his baseball cap. "Why?" 

"Because I want to be able to give her my tip, not you." 

Carson didn't yet move. "Not good enough."

Garret sighed. "Look, just have her come out here. Please? I promise I won't freak her out." 

Carson finally sighed. He didn't trust the man, but he didn't seem to have ill intent at the moment. Turning, he went back into the kitchen where he had Thirteen handling the oven for a few minutes. "Hey... Garret's out there. Asked for you specifically. Up to you though."

Out at the counter, Garret slid onto one of the stools and waited while his eyes continued to roam the surroundings. He'd been out and about looking for clues on Aaron and had decided to stop by as long as he was here.