"We can make fresh bread to go with it." Phil is perfectly fine with soup. He drapes his arm over Scott's shoulders and steers him towards the back of the market. What he assumes is the back but Scott can correct him if necessary. "Although, what should we do for desert?"

He is planning to stay that long. At least one more night before his own sense of responsibility pulls him back to work. It's a miracle he's taken a weekend off but that whole dead business did really change his view on a lot of things. He wants to be here and the world can wait for two days so he can. Even thinking it feels like tempting fate.

It's worth it to watch Scott get inspired and embrace that inspiration without any hesitation. He brightens, his handsome face lighting up so Phil can see some of the wrinkles around his eyes and the corner of his mouth. He's a really handsome guy.

"Does this herb guy make any soup mixes I can take back on the plane?" Phil would like to make the food on the Bus as good as possible with a tiny plane kitchen. It's a great plane but it's not the kitchen at Scott's place.