The sun had already swung well around to the west by the time Dave reappeared. He opened the gate with less trepidation than he had shown at the door the previous day, and lingered a while in the courtyard. From an inner pocket of the same rumpled, shapeless jacket he had sported the day before, he produced a camera. Wedging himself into one far corner of the fence, he crouched and took a shot looking back toward Corner Sweets' vast bank of windows. Straightening, he crossed the courtyard and snapped another picture aimed at the spot he had just vacated. It wasn't until he had repeated the process at the other two corners of the yard that he went to enter the shop. Even then he paused to take a picture of the door before opening it.<br/><br/>"Afternoon, Aoi," he called as he stepped inside. He was clean shaven today; hopefully that would mitigate the crazed hobo vibe he was pretty sure he had given off the day before. Dave took another picture of the open door, then closed it behind him.<br/><br/>"Hi there, sugar kitten," he added on spotting the confectionery cat. He paused, tapping the camera pensively in the palm of his hand. At length he seemed to come to a decision and slipped it back into his pocket.