[He seems to be in okay spirits. And can walk better now too. That's a good thing. She glances over at him with a grin, pleased that their night hasn't been derailed by how unprofessional those two sellers were. They're probably still circling the park looking for chumps who don't mind spending hundreds of dollars.]

We never need to take anything to have a good time.

[That feels important to point out, but she knows whatever they take always amplifies their enjoyment. She doesn't mind it, and he knows that. She's just giving him a hard time to try and make him smile too.

They head out of the park and she leads the way further down the street. Things go from nice to run down within a couple of blocks. Her eyes are peeled for signs of tags, and she thinks she spots one on a trash bin at the side of a gas station.]

Hey, what about that? Do you think that means we're getting closer?