Olee's mess of blue hair, meanwhile, looks like it's been through a tornado. Which it has. He's too busy focusing on his PRODUCE PIZZA, GET MONEY task for the moment to notice anything being up with Tobias's do. He unzips the bag again and proudly presents the cardboard box.

Another thunderclap crashes overhead and Olee grits his teeth. He wheels around and stares up at the sky as if it might leap down at him at any moment. "I think I will. Thank you so much."

He bustles by, clutching the pizza and its case to his chest.

"You're our only delivery tonight so far, I don't think they'll miss me."