Frank kicked the door. "Fuck's sake," he muttered, tilting his head down. He realized he wasn't wearing any shoes, and he found it odd that his toes didn't hurt. He had completely forgotten that he was still taking pain potions. And sweet Godric, his socks were absolutely filthy now. "You think when this shoppe opens we can go to another shoppe and get me some shoes?" Frank asked. "I forgot mine."
At the mention of breakfast, Frank nodded. "Yes, I'm starving," he told her, even though he had already eaten that morning. "I'm dying for some taters. Where do we go?" Frank had very little recollection of being in the village before, or where anything was there.