Relieved that Miss Potts seemed to calm down after a moment of panic. "I believe so, as long as there's no holes and I look indecent out in public, we'll be fine." He chuckled, trying to break the ice. He obviously couldn't ask her to look for him, as that would be embarrassing for both of them, but was hopefully not the case. Barely resisting the urge to look over his should and try and check himself, Quin polished off his lemonade and banished the fixings to the sink.

"Let me just pack up a couple more things and we can set off." Packing a "sorry" box seemed like he was admitting guilt to something, but he did feel bad about abducting Miss Potts and worrying her family needlessly. Fortunately she had come to her senses while he was busy making lemonade and trying to be suave. What a dunce.

Motioning for her to follow him, Quin grabbed another treat box and moved through the doors that led to the shop. He grabbed a few more things from the case next to the till and then stacked some fudge in for good measure. "You live here in town right?" He figured it was probably Bartonburg, over by the park if he wasn't mistaken, but his memory for addresses was not as good as it was for favorite sweets.