Okay. That was fair. John laughed none the less. "Nah. I grew up in Australia and then worked for different Asian newspapers before turning to my life of crime." Pyro acknowledged. "So some of the places I lived didn't have the best running appliances and I got fresh milk delivered. Ice cold." Pointing to Beverly he laughed. "It's not because of the time, it was out of necessity." Though he left it there as they worked their way through the store so Bev could get the record player paid for. "I'm also a published author." He decided to add in on that note.
Once the record player was paid for, and they were on their way to their next spot - where ever that landed them. "Oh, no need to thank me. I'm more than happy." He said looking over. "You sure you don't want me to carry that." John offered pointing to the record player, because damn it, chivalry wasn't dead and he would carry the books or more appropriately the record player of the girl he was sorta, kinda, maybe sweet on.
"It'd be nice, but yes, let us worry less of the cool fridge and worry about the candy."