Sure, why not. He'd like another look, himself, and it's worth it to see if one instance was a fluke. Maybe there's something weird about that part of the land he didn't see, that had nothing to do with the sort of things he pays attention to— subatomic brain lasers, spores, whatever. If Wren really is from a world with superheroes, then they're definitely bringing a starkly different perspective, and may catch things that Daryl isn't used to noticing.
So: refuel pit-stop? Then hitting the proverbial road. Daryl had shoved a plastic-wrapped sandwich in his mouth a bit before joining Wren, so he just buys a power bar and a water bottle, both of which he can shove into various pockets. He'll automatically try to pay for whatever Wren wants, too, but won't protest if this is turned down; Daryl doesn't seem to care much about possession of funds. He's got enough extra cash still shaking down a couple nerds selling weed in the back of the arcade at the mall, anyway. (Nothing too mean. Just embarrassing them a little. What if I were an undercover cop, you morons.)
"It'll be dark by the time we get out there," he advises. He's already got a flashlight and a lighter, having shown up with them, but still. An all day trip, this idea. Daryl's used to walking a lot and not sleeping, so it doesn't bother him, but. "In case you got plans later."
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Sure, why not. He'd like another look, himself, and it's worth it to see if one instance was a fluke. Maybe there's something weird about that part of the land he didn't see, that had nothing to do with the sort of things he pays attention to— subatomic brain lasers, spores, whatever. If Wren really is from a world with superheroes, then they're definitely bringing a starkly different perspective, and may catch things that Daryl isn't used to noticing.
So: refuel pit-stop? Then hitting the proverbial road. Daryl had shoved a plastic-wrapped sandwich in his mouth a bit before joining Wren, so he just buys a power bar and a water bottle, both of which he can shove into various pockets. He'll automatically try to pay for whatever Wren wants, too, but won't protest if this is turned down; Daryl doesn't seem to care much about possession of funds. He's got enough extra cash still shaking down a couple nerds selling weed in the back of the arcade at the mall, anyway. (Nothing too mean. Just embarrassing them a little. What if I were an undercover cop, you morons.)
"It'll be dark by the time we get out there," he advises. He's already got a flashlight and a lighter, having shown up with them, but still. An all day trip, this idea. Daryl's used to walking a lot and not sleeping, so it doesn't bother him, but. "In case you got plans later."