So there's no practical purpose? It'd call it strange, but I've developed a higher threshold for that since I've arrived here.

[He'll prod her about it later. Right now, he has some shopping to do.]

Good. Expect me in twenty.

[The feed ends-

And twenty minutes later exactly, he'll arrive at her shop with a grocery bag hanging off a forearm and shoulder his way inside, footsteps heavy on the floorboards. Peeking out the top of the bag is some milk, flour, and sugar, so it's immediately apparent he's going to be baking something.]