"Good to know," Chase smiled and mussed his hair affectionately, "On both counts. Noodles huh? That's smart thinking. Maybe later we can stop by and get some of the rest of your stuff. Trust me, you'll want it later."
Chase herself had packed everything she could salvage, pictures and documents, letters, that sort of thing.
"So we'll stock up on noodles and stuff, but maybe you can be my superhero. I'm looking for a music store. This place have one?" She looked around for any sign that would point her in the right direction. She broke her E string last night.