It would not be the first time Roman had eaten paper on accident. It was a goat thing.

At the offer, he couldn't help but offer up an amused snort at the mental image. He finished off the sandwich, got up and brushed snow off his shoulders. Roman stood nearly a head and a half shorter than Zack. He thought about correcting him on the 'kid' thing but people felt more sorry for homeless kids and he was gonna milk this.

"Thanks, man."

Once inside, Roman took off his glasses which instantly fogged up. So this was the inside of a flower shop, huh? He'd never actually visited one that he could remember. He drank in the smells and let out a pleased sigh.

That out of the way, he darted into the bathroom, did his business, and took some time to wash up in the sink and shake the dirt from his clothes. He'd make note of this flower guy. Tell anybody else in the same situation as him where the place was. Maybe keep an ear tilted his way should any crook be so desperate for cash that he try and break in.

Roman stepped back out into the store, coat still in his hands. He was a shrimpy creature under all those layers.

"Not a bad place. Where do you get flowers in winter?"