[He takes the glass from Brigid, gives her a nod of thanks, and takes a sip, glad for the water after his workout.]

Thanks. If you need any help let me know. I'm not great in a kitchen but I'll do what I can.

[He takes a seat at the bar and sips his drink, glancing at Brigid. Now that he thought about it, he hasn't seen Pumpkin Pete since he started running. He scoffs. Thing probably ran the other way as soon as he saw the first sign of danger. Still...]

Hey, Brigid? [What was with that look?] Is there anyway to check and see if my moogle's okay?