"Next few days, for sure. Extraordinary bullshit notwithstanding. We'll coordinate," Felix replied, then he shrugged. "It's all the same in the dark. And it's not like that shit's contagious. Kiley and Tobias would fucking lepers by now. Worst case scenario, it's a tentacle monster tramp stamp and I have to share Lennon's ass with a daedric horror, or whatever the fuck it is. That's on him, not me." It occurred to him he didn't actually know what the hell 'daedric' even was, but it didn't matter either way.
He tilted his head to look above the shelf in front of him, noting the cooler section at the back of the store and sidestepped to go investigate. "I think I'm gonna check out back. Maybe we'll score some ice cream or some shit. Want me to be on the lookout for anything in particular?"