"Oh, I can do that no problem. Word of warning, most of them might be sweets-related."

     He blames Skirata on ruining him in that. Being here just gives him more of an opportunity to indulge now that he has his own income to spend.

     Scorch gets to his feet, popping his helmet over his head and shouldering his Deece. "Alrighty, let's go then," he says, gesturing for her to head out.