Wren needed to swing by the motel - they used the gift card to get a reusable water bottle and had maybe horded every single bit of non-perishable food they'd been given access to since they arrived. They do get a small thing of pre-packaged trail-mix and only with great reluctance allow Daryl to get it. Wren only has the money they had on them when they arrived, which as a college student isn't much at all. Even so, they're absolutely mentally noting down exactly how much that trail mix is and will be finding a way to pay Daryl back for it once they secure some method of getting money here where it doesn't matter that their ID says they're supposed to be eight years old right now.

"Oh yeah I've totally got this huge social engagement to be to, actually," Wren says blandly as they walk, making their way to the edge of town and beyond, double-checking the map as they go. "No, I also got nothing. Was it dark when you came back before? Anything weird in the woods?"