So they shopped. Which was -- well. Not quite the adventure he'd been looking for, but at the same time, he couldn't say it wasn't a good idea to be stocked up on the good stuff. There was no reason not to put what he felt like into the cart when he was the one (sort of) fronting the bill.
He tapped an unopened pack of cigarettes on his palm as they wandered back toward the registers. "Good haul," he decided, finishing it all up with a packet of crisps on top of all the rest. Sometimes you just needed something snacky. "And what? The scratchers?" He grinned, and it was a little crooked, like he knew he was getting away with doing something bad and didn't care for one tiny second. "Synchronicity wave traveling's what it's technically called. But really, I just make me own luck."
He decided he liked Carol. She had some kind of good about her, but not the sort that'd have her feeling bad about being a little flexible now and again.