"Tomorrow," he said, "I was hoping to do a bit of shopping. These boots are getting pretty worn out," he said, wiggling his foot slightly. One of his foes on level one had gotten a bit too close and ripped a hole in one of the shoes. Luckily, they were good thick boots and his foot hadn't been injured at all.<br/><br/>"Besides that," he went on, "I normally go shopping later in the week, but I'll need more food feeding two people." He gave a bright smile at her comment. "Do you? That's good. My mother was actually Italian. She couldn't cook worth a dime, but I decided to learn a bunch of recipes, well, because I guess I was just curious. Italian deserts really aren't very desert-like compared to other kinds, but I can make those too if you like them." He smiled again, "I guess I should put Italian food on my list for tomorrow then?"<br/><br/>"Anyway," he said, "I'd rather have a full day to test my skills on level two, so we might as well do something fun tomorrow." He paused for a moment. "Have you ever been to a carnival?" he asked. "I haven't been to one in ages and I'm pretty sure the annual fair just arrived in town a few days ago."