"Why do you have groceries if you don't cook?" Jeremy asks smiling, but he accepts the implicit bargain being offered, by a practical stranger at that, without so much as a blink. Such arrangements are pretty standard in the drifter lifestyle Jeremy's elevated to a lowbrow art form.

He pulls the hood of his hoodie up against the dropping temperature and rising wind. "Take- me- to- your- groceries- Earthling. --you like omelettes? Cuz I could kill for one of those right now."