"Right? I never understood it much." Hangars clink and slide on their rails while Jim continues browsing the robes he's looking over. "All I knew was that Rogers' crew, those kids in the onesies, and a few other people we worked with during the storm...didn't seem much like the others. Neither did Quinn, come to think of it." Her experiences seemed to line up closer than Jim would like with Jim's own though and Jim sure as hell isn't anything other than normal.

Well, save for the whole dying thing. Man, the universe is a messed up place. Easier to talk good food. "I didn't know what falafel was before that field trip, and I'm telling you I would do an awful lot to get my hands on some as good as that again." Jim outright chuckles.

There's one here that looks to be the right size and the color would fit Felix well. Jim hums thoughtfully as his thumb traces over the sleeve before he picks it off the rack.

"Yeah? I'm not really much of an expert where tea comes in. Never drank the stuff until I became friends with folk who prefer it. Felix doesn't much like coffee though so that might be a good route to take."