Rika laughed at Erin's attempt to get her to slow down in dragging him. There was something thoroughly lame about worrying about feet wearing down, so it warranted teasing in response. "Are the soles of those shoes that bad? Maybe I need to take you shoe shopping afterword for something with real arches in 'em. Maybe some insoles. Can't have you unable to fight due to bad shoes." Of course, if she got to take Erin shopping, there was a good chance he would feel like his feet had been worn out. Rika wasn't a shopaholic, but she was always one for visual stimulation. Looking around in shops was always good for finding visual stimuli of some sort.
"It depends. Remind me what qualifies a late lunch as 'Rangery'." Rika unlocked her car doors, pointing toward the passenger's side with an expectant grin. If Erin had really tried to get out of it, she probably would've gone along with it, but she figured he didn't mind since his only objections had been in relation to his feet. She didn't figure she would have to really fight to get him in the car.