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[Text to Taym: How would you like to get off this island, and have it not lead to being shot at?]

Peyton hit send, then folded her arms and leaned back against the side of the lighthouse to wait. He'd either show up without further prompting, or she'd get a repay asking for clarification or validity. Either way, the dainty Sun was positive he'd take the bait.

For one, he was trying to keep busy, and any mission was guaranteed fill up, at the least, a few hours. For another thing, considering where they were going, and the nature of the mission, it provided an excellent opportunity for Taym to expand his wardrobe beyond the thread bare shirts and worn jeans he'd come with. True, he had been given some hand-me-downs from bix, but super hero logos just didn't scream out Taym. Not his style.

Raising her phone again she tapped out another couple of messages, sending them in rapid succession.

[Test to Taym: Leave your coat, we're going under cover.]

[Test to Taym: Bring your wallet.]

Peyton saw him come, saw what he was wearing, and had only just barely managed to school her features by the time he had reached her. Sure, she was dressed for fall as well. Long sleeved shirt, vest over that, scarf hanging limply across her shoulders. She'd also swapped out her usual shorts for a pair of well fitting jeans with the knees ripped out. She looked like what she was, a teenager.

At his question she smirked, not that'd he'd see it with his attention focused oh so intently down at his phone--what was he even doing?. "Shopping." It was said simply, without any elaboration. She was enjoying this.

Her head tilted at the sudden distracted appearance, the closing of his eyes, and lastly the whisper. The words said one thing, but his tone said quite another, and she didn't really understand it. "Is that a bad thing?" Peyton had money, too. More money then she'd ever personally owned in her life, though, being as young as she was, that wasn't unusual. She wasn't used to it, so she seldom spent it.

"And no, not like emergency supplies. Actual shopping, like for clothes and junk." and junk, to Peyton, being Christmas presents. It was November, the holidays were around the corner, this might be the only chance she was going to get to buy presents for her friends. There was no way she wasn't going to take advantage of that.

She would have corrected his assumption of them heading out on a personal shopping trip, but his purse comment earned him a level glare as she spread her arms to indicate that she wasn't carrying anything so much as a clutch wallet. There was the very real temptation to throw him a one fingered salute as she pushed away from the lighthouse wall and made her way to the door.

There was a hunter waiting for them, and Peyton stopped in front of him, obediently holding out her hand for the dice he insisted she roll. She, at least, knew what to expect here, so she rolled it with a measure resignation. It landed, and the hunter stepped back to activate a golem that looked exactly like Edith. Peyton had never met Edith, she knew next to nothing about the woman. She was thankful for the shopping list that came along with the golem.

Folding it, she tucked it into a slim wallet, then tucked that into her back pocket. Then she stepped back and waited for Taym to do his rolling and receive his golem and shopping list. At this point she'd regained her smile. Surely by now her friend would be beyond confused.

The latin was answered with a raise of pale brows and questioning smile. She didn't ask for a translation, she understood that one.

She waited for him to receive his golem. H apparently, though like Taym, Peyton had never met the life lead. If it had come down to trying to purchase things for their respective golem based on nothing more then prior knowledge they would have been in trouble. It was a really good thing they were given lists.

"This," she pointed out dryly. "Is the only chance we have to get off the island that isn't going to put us in immediate danger." Hopefully. "And will allow for a chance to pick up things we've been needing." Probably not cigarettes. "Clothes, personal hygiene products, even food." The last was said with a gentle lit, head tilting to one side. She knew how much he loathed the MRE's, he was always talking about 'real food'. There was candy in malls, and food courts, and ice cream. It wasn't five star by any means, but it wasn't prepackaged and meant to withstand the passage of time.

She gave her golem a push towards the portal, then walked through after it, and right into the corner of the least densely populated branch of some unknown mall in the middle of shopping season. "This is going to be interesting."

"Yeah, but.." She made a face, looking around them at what was still open and what was currently closed. "Yeah." Taym was right, this was not what she was expecting. The lack of available stores was going to make things tricky.

She fished her shopping list out of her pocket to look it over as the other intermediate ranted, but paused half way down it to frown. "He's got what?" Had she hear that right? The dainty Sun moved closer and craned her neck to read the list in Taym's hand. There it was, right at the bottom. Pregnancy test strip. Whyyyy?

"Let's, um.. Let's just start at the closest place that's likely to have something we need, yeah?" She checked her list, checked his, looked up at the directory, and immediately flushed. Without saying anything she plucked at Taym's sleeve to get him moving, shoved along their golems, and headed for the pale pink and white store front of Victoria's Secret. There would be things inside with sports teams on them, along with sports bras, other bras, probably shorts.

She pushed the Edith!golem inside and immediately moved towards a wall of t-shirts hanging up with various sports names and mascots blazed across the fronts and pulled one down to hold up against the front of the moon lead's double. "I want that one instead." Peyton blinked, glanced down at the shirt, glanced back up at the wall, then shrugged and grabbed the one the golem was staring at. "Yeah, alright."

Peyton had been too busy looking for the athletic section of the store to notice H!Golem and Taym wander back into the plaza before returning immediately into the store. Which was just as well. Less the blonde had to worry about.

When she found the section of the store she was looking for she checked the label on the push-up Taym had thrust into her hands, then grabbed a sports bra in the appropriate size. She didn't know what colors Edith would like, so she went for something neutral. She also grabbed a pair of spandex blend shorts while she was there, so she could mark them both of her list.

This is what she was doing, pen in hand, when Taym leaned over to whisper in her ear, and she startled so violently it was a miracle she hadn't ripped the damn thing in half. Blushing furiously she turned to the man, noted the smile, then gave an incoherent, flustered squeak in response before leading Edith!Golem away to the check out line so she could pay for her wears.

Maybe, just maybe, she'd managed to sneak a little something for herself as well, and maybe, just maybe, there was a slightly smaller pink and white striped bag along with the larger one, but she made no mention of it as she headed for the exit with her Golem in tow. "Let's go, Taym, we're heading to the next store." Her tone was curt and no nonsense, and matched the flustered, stubborn set of her features as she breezed past him without so much as glance.

It was a relief to hit the plaza again, and Peyton gave the trailing duo of hunter and golem a withering look before looking up at the next store. Coach. She'd taken two steps towards it when her Golem dug it's heels in and declared rather adamantly that it was not going in there.

"Oookay." That was fine, they could skip that one, she doubted Coach was going to have anything either of them needed anyways. "We'll pick a new store."

"Go look around," he hissed at Peyton, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

Given the way Taym was dressed, it was borderline miraculous he wasn't immediately shown the door. As it was, he was tailed by highly suspicious shop clerks glaring at him. Probably the presence of the H golem was the only thing that was keeping him from being unceremoniously booted out.

Which made it kind of sweet when Taym selected a tie--with much more concern and care than his random snatching of a bra a store back--and H's golem informed him that he was impressed.

Taym shot the floor assistants a dirty "bite me" look and went to pay, eager to get the hell out of there as fast as possible, still withering under their judgmental eyes.

When he turned for the door he, too, had had his turn at being red-faced. He looked, for the second time of the day, like he wanted to throw up.

"I need new clothes," he told her under his breath. "But I can't ********' afford Valentino and they know it."