[Walking keeps Chase from devoting too much focus to watching Isaak's mouth as he drinks - both a blessing and a curse, as he sees it.]

I've never got to the bottom of the city's supply chain. Plenty of stock, no sign of manufacture.

[The street, like most in the city, is devoid of traffic. The garden gates stand open, with the night-blooming flowers just beginning to wake up and spill perfume.]

One of those things it's probably better not to think too hard about.