"Sure, gives me time to make socks. Just be careful you get enough sleep, easy not to if you try to stay up late as me and get up early as Figment."

He nods quickly. "I'll...make sure that I do?"

"Good." Pet pet.

Phantasm comes back after a bit, with a recommendation of a food cart that's serving fairly basic-looking salads but with a variety of dressings on offer; when they get there, he turns out to have already sweet-talked the proprietor into selling them three salads (he and Figment will share one) and little bowls of all the dressings to try. Some of them smell suspicious, but there's still a variety for One to try - a rich smoky one, two creamy ones with different selections of fruit and spices for seasoning, a sweet and tangy one with flavorful cheese crumbled into it, and a milder one that tastes quite a lot like the greens it's meant to go on, with a slightly different flavor profile.

One investigates the non-suspicious ones curiously, and excitedly, trying them all, along with the salad, and trying to figure out which ones he likes best. (Although he does pay attention to which ones the others seem to like, and steers clear of them.)

Deka takes a suspicious-smelling citrusy one, as soon as he's identified which ones he can't eat. Figment and Phantasm favor the smoky one, and when Phantasm notices One avoiding it, he pauses to groom his head and ask if they should get a second bowl.

"The others are good too," One assures him. "Have plenty?"

He looks to Deka, who shrugs.

"Okay." He goes back to eating.

One definitely does seem to be enjoying the ones he has! Although after a moment, he looks over to Phantasm. "Thank you for- checking though?"

Phantasm leans companionably against him at that, chewing. "I hope you know you can ask, too."

One turns to nuzzles Phantasm's head, and then chews thoughtfully on a mouthful. "I- think I know," he says slowly after a moment. "I- doing's gonna be harder, but I think I know?"

"Yeah." He drapes a wing over him and keeps eating.

When they're done, they head to the stables, making a slight detour to get some butcher scraps for Tag on the way.

One purrs contently at having a wing draped over him.

He sniffs curiously at the scraps for Tag, but mostly just continues to watch everything around them.

When they get there, a trader's wagon is being unloaded just outside the main entrance. Deka hangs back watching for a minute, and then circles around to look for a side door; luckily, there is one, leading to the part of the building where the wagons are kept, and she finds hers and gets a few things out of storage before going over to Kip's enclosure. "Need my hands, you okay to be put down here?"

One nods. "Mhmm."

And so she puts him down, in the center of the aisle where it's floored with dirt rather than covered in hay, and Phantasm stays there with him while Figment joins her in the stall, where she gives the goat a good once-over while Phantasm narrates. Partway through, she comes up short, eliciting a curious noise from the griffon; she doesn't answer, but takes something down from where it's hanging on the wall inside the stall and steps out with it - a piece of whitish rock on a short length of rope.

One watches attentively, paying close attention to Phantasm's words, he even asks a question or two!

When Deka steps out, one trots closer to her, extending his head towards the rock curiously.

"Saltlick," she explains, and lowers it to let him have a closer look, then holds out her hands to pick him up.

He sniffs at it, and then reaches his own paws out to be picked up, cuddling into her arms.

She checks the manager's office, and when it turns out to be empty, goes back to where the trader's wagon is being unloaded and glares at the workers until someone comes over. "Is something wrong, ma'am?"

She shifts One to get her arm free for a moment and brandish the saltlick. "Somebody put this - in with my goat."

    He's confused. "Yes, ma'am?"

"He could have broken a tooth - hard salt's not safe for goats, they chew."

    "Huh. I didn't know that, we don't get goats in often. Is he all right?"

"I'll want to double check."

    "Okay. Why don't you do that now, and I'll make sure the boys know not to put it back." He takes the lick from her.

"Good," she nods. "Thank you." And she heads back to the stall.

One shifts accomodatingly when she shifts him, and listens curiously, and once they're making their way back, gives a curious chirp, if Deka wants to explain?

Phantasm answers, when it becomes obvious that Deka isn't going to. "You have to be careful with goats, they like to try to eat things they shouldn't and it can make them sick or hurt them. I don't know why they gave him the salt but they didn't know it was dangerous."

    "Horses," Figment puts in. "Remember there were ponies at the clan meeting last year? Horses need salt."

"Right, I remember now. So they were trying to help, but they still could have hurt him by accident."

One nods. "I...see. That's...not good but...not bad?" He wrinkles his nose, obviously trying to work out where this falls on the spectrum of actions people can take.

"Still pretty bad," Deka mutters, and Phantasm shifts to preen her hair.

"Kip's important, we need him for money. For the college, and to do anything really."

She comes up a little short at that. "Broken tooth's not that bad, don't worry. Still not okay if they hurt him, just because he shouldn't be hurt."