"It is very addictive." Fred smile, nodding. "And the curse is actually 'May you live in interestin' times.' Got it confused, sorry. Same thing really, though, all boils down to more hooha than anyone wants to deal with. A real pain, but it's better'n not livin' I guess." Fred nodded to herself.
"You know what, and you can call me 'Fred' - that's what most people call me. You know what? We should have dinner or lunch or breakfast or snack or somethin' sometime. I'd like to see if I can find somethin' you haven't tried. Oh, have you had milkshakes? Well, you should think about havin' milkshakes. And I will. I'll definitely come back. I'll go get some books and scoot on out. Don' wanna keep you from workin'." She gave a little bounce and walked away, smiling. Yes, someone who hadn't had any of the fun things she'd had in her relatively short life - it was a shame.
Fred collected a few books, and decided to get some reading material for those she at least shared a work space with: Angel, Wes, Sam. She even found one of her favorite kiddie books The Pokey Little Puppy, buying it and handing it over for Errol to keep. Sure, it seemed a little silly - a grown man reading such a childish book - but sometimes one had to remember what it was like to be a kid. Or, perhaps in Errol's case, just learn how. With her purchase made, she headed out. Well, at least this one might not be as protective as the rest, and she could teach him something.