( Quiet laughter follows Gaon's hasty retreat, but Yohan joins the forming queue at the cashier and lets him go, sneaking a glance or two at his retreating back. It doesn't take long, he comes outside within a few minutes, swinging the plastic bag in his loose grip, the rain a refreshing burst as he steps out. )

All right, we should go before Elijah gets irritated with us and starts boobytrapping the house, mm? ( Setting off back the way they came, all the way to the car. He tips his face a little as they walk, into the downpour, handing Gaon the bag as they reach the vehicle, fishing his keys free. ) Don't drink my banana milk.