Comment:

This is a better use of Lee's breathing exercises than we've seen before. Also, yes, for folks keeping track, they've been outdoors in early July, the last thing Lee ate was that blueberry blendie and we know they don't have a bottle of water with them because their bag is decorative and doesn't have anything in it.

It's not quite Chekov's gun, but I do like establishing things and then sticking with them. There's usually a reason why I do the things I do, even if I have to backfill it after the fact.

Also, a brief note on Zoa's occasional use of Yiddish phrases, which may or may not be related to the aleph on the shirt it was wearing when we first encountered it, and which may or may not be related to the similar aleph inscribed on the piece of wood sticking out of the garbage can behind it:

Don't worry about it.

Transcript:

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0357– 2167/07/07/11:10- sidewalk
LC: Okay. *hooh, haah* Nothing’s the matter. *hooh, haah* I’m safe. *hooh, haah* I can do this. *hooh, haah*
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LC: Otto, I am not currently in distress, I’m resting beneath the shade of this tree while I wait for my taxi. I have a source of drinkable water and my feet are fine. Your services are not required.
Zoa: All of those statements are true.
Otto: Okay, may I-
LC: Six-point-five out of ten. Thank you and goodbye.
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Zoa: Easy peasy. Well done.
LC: Thanks.
Zoa: So uh… that’s the second time you’ve made reference to drinking out of my tits and you are, actually, quite dehydrated right now. Did you actually want to...?
LC: ...Can I?
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Zoa: No reason why not.
LC: Well, you were about to have some yourself, and you’ve got two breasts, so…
Zoa (cheersing boobs together): Don’t wanna be lopsided, sure, good enough for me. L’chaim!
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