Paco chuckled.<br/><strong>"Don't worry. Josh always pays for the first pizza, he's got the money to spare",</strong>he assured them, sipping his own Mountain Dew. He looked at Lisa suspiciously.<br/><strong>"Huh? Are you ill or something? The pizza's good, I assure you...there's an Italian place nearby. Whatever else you might say about them, they know how to make a mean pizza."</strong><br/><br/>It was true. Marc wasn't far behind the pizza, and he brought with him the scent of cigarettes, and the news that Kensla's less than three miles away.<strong>"You could do that before dusk, unless your meal prolongs itself, or unless you tarry on the road",</strong>as he adds.<br/>What could be the possible reasons? Marc didn't answer that. Instead, he just shrugged, looking like he was hiding something.<br/><strong>"I wonder what his random encounters are for the road",</strong>Paco muttered, but then looked to Lisa and Daria for instructions, making the DM chuckle.