"I mean, yeah? We can, I wouldn't mind a return to the yellow brick road." Another thing he can pull for her from the library, which he honestly doesn't mind doing.

He considers her a moment, knowing the 'can't just afford new clothes struggle' and taps a finger to his chin. You shouldn't be asking Hanna fashion advice, Aerith, he wears magenta and orange all the time and his hair is fire engine red. "Yeah, I usually just grabbed what ever went on sale if I needed something new. Or those fill a bag, pay ten dollars bin dives at the goodwill outlet. Though that needed like five washes through the heavy cycle before it was ready to wear. What about...like, a soft blue? That'd be kind of pretty. Pink is my favorite color though, so I guess I don't see why you gotta change it up." But if she wanted to, she could. The wardrobe was her oyster.

At her last question though, he brings the plate of cookies with him, sitting next to her on the bed with the plate in-between them. "Well, I'm a PI, so I take cases, try and help people out of bad situations. Both sides can be a danger to each other, depending on what happens, so I'm kind of like...middle ground, or I try to be. A negotiator if the situation calls for it."