"You'd be surprised what you can find in a dollar store if you know where to look," Josh said mildly with a shrug. "I'm just glad people haven't caught onto it, yet. It's where I get most of the camp's Advil, and you don't want to know how many bottles of it we go through in a week."
Speaking of the poison ivy, Josh pulled out his list one more time and jotted another thing down. Oven mitts. Yeah, they'd need those. "Five or six, maybe." He sighed and tucked the list back into his pocket. "Who knows. Maybe the blister gas messed with their heads," he theorized, shaking his own head for emphasis.
Josh wasn't sure if there was a jewelry store near that square of dollar stores he planned to hit, but they'd probably be in and out for Josh's errands, so they could always run by the mall. "If Zhenya's not happy, nobody's happy," he grinned knowingly. And with that, he started out of the gates. It only took about ten minutes to pull up to their first stop, what with no traffic other than weaving in and out through the rusting cars.
Luckily, they didn't run into runners along the way. Josh coaxed his bike up to the front of the store. The glass was broken and the doors forced open, but didn't look completely ransacked just yet. "All right. You go for Advil, sunscreen, and cotton swabs. And iodine. I'll see what I can find for the rest." He directed after Vic parked his bike right next to his.