Don't worry about it. [ Somewhere down the line, when he's in a better position to offer up a healthy dose of mischief, equaled only by a propensity to do-good, Banagher might suggest buying the shoes anywhere and leaving them somewhere conspicuous. There's no fight if he can't say no, right?

But those are thoughts for a day where they probably shouldn't continue to loiter around in the thick of enemy territory. And also in vomit. ]

Anyway, I can at least walk with you to the car. Then you can decide what you want to do from there.

[ Which was hopefully accept a ride home, but he's not counting his chickens before they hatch. ]