"I would have thought you'd tell them point-blank you weren't going to wear something like that. Losing your willpower?" Kimbley looked into the paper bag they'd provided him and frowned at the meager contents. A muffin and ... a box? What the hell ...

Still, they were getting out of that place, even if it was only temporary, and he was sure there'd be more opportunities there. Both for food, and for ... entertainment.

"You don't look like shit for once. Didn't run into anything last night?"