He looked down at Phoenix. "What's a tack?" This one, Iosef honestly did not know. He laughed a little at her clicking of the tongue, and then closed his eyes. She smelled nice, and it was calming him down, like incense. Or weed.
"Hey, how's your store? Was it too battered?" Some time ago he'd thought to ask but had forgotten it almost instantly. Now that it had suddenly come to mind, Iosef thought it might be better to ask before he forgot again.