Billy seemed to automatically start moving away from the barrel trashcan, towards... where, Max couldn't tell, but he was content to fall in step as the kid walked. He kept picking at his spice bag as they went, intent on polishing off the last of it. It was pretty good, solid street food, but he'd never seen it outside of this place. He'd probably never find it again, which was a werewolf's solemn thought when he did like eating good food. He'd been spoiled.
Billy's question drew Max's attention from picking at the fries and vegetables, his eyes going to the man as he made conversation. The customary niceties that people did when they met up after a while. “Hectic,” Max shared with a grin, popping another fry in his mouth. “This assignment is pretty relaxing though, just stopping people from fainting of dehydration and dealing with sword cuts, if you'll believe it.” He let out a chuckle, shaking his head a little.
Billy's question drew Max's attention from picking at the fries and vegetables, his eyes going to the man as he made conversation. The customary niceties that people did when they met up after a while. “Hectic,” Max shared with a grin, popping another fry in his mouth. “This assignment is pretty relaxing though, just stopping people from fainting of dehydration and dealing with sword cuts, if you'll believe it.” He let out a chuckle, shaking his head a little.