...well, it is also fairly clear to Kyeo that he is Not Pregnant Or Nursing. He will collect soft blue and red and black buttondown garments.

There's a room where he can try them on to make sure the measurements are right; most models of garment vary in size along a few different axes which are standardized across brands. They don't stock every point in the combinatorial space but they do stock most of them, and there's a sign with a handcomp-scannable pointer to a form to request something with a combination of measurements not already available.

Kyeo is thin and in rather good shape and not very tall for a man and does not have high standards for fit, especially when he doesn't even know how something this soft is supposed to drape. He also doesn't mind having eight of the same thing.

Then he will have an easy time getting a full set of clothes! And if he doesn't want six different layers of jacket they'll all fit in two bags which Tazz can carry easily.

"So, pharmacy or groceries next?"

"Pharmacy." It's sort of odd there isn't a prescribed order.

If Tazz can tell Kyeo thinks something is weird they're not surprised enough to mention it.

The pharmacy is another short walk to another large building; it isn't as big as the clothing store and shares its floor of the building with a bookshop, a board games store, and a small-appliances-and-repair-thereof place. It has sections for dental hygiene, general hygiene, preventative health products, augmentative health products, problem-solving health products, pregnancy and small children stuff, and in the back there's a "custom formulations" counter and a "vaccinations" counter.

Kyeo doesn't recognize board games as a concept but doesn't ask. "I was supposed to get all my vaccinations, do we do that here?"

"Yup! I can go explain why you need one of everything while you go pick out hygiene things?"

"...sure." He expects to need help with it even if the translation handles every label perfectly, it's really a dizzying number of choices - maybe it's because Ibyabek is more ethnically homogeneous? Do people from other planets need different soap? - but he will do his best. He completely forgets to be conscious of price and just chooses the least bizarre one of each of soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, toilet paper, etcetera. He is accustomed to washing his hair with the same soap as everything else and does not pick a shampoo.

Depending on his standards of bizzareness he will end up with mostly the cheapest and/or the most deliberately nothing-scented/nothing-flavored versions of everything. Tazz makes sure he hasn't accidentally got anything really weird and then he can head over to the vaccination counter, where they want to give him six different injections and three pills and schedule him to come back in two weeks for the couple that are contraindicated by other ones.

Injections and pills are fine. He nods along about coming back in two weeks. (Most of his stuff is nothing-flavored but his school actually stocked mint toothpaste so he has that.)

They depart with another couple bags of stuff and in Kyeo's case a mildly sore arm.

"I suggest getting a couple of bulk staples at the grocery store; conditional on you approving of that suggestion I suggest going back to your apartment to drop all this off first. Or we can borrow a shopping cart from the grocery store but then one of us will have to go back to the store to drop it off. I'm indifferent."

"I will be more able to walk around carrying things in a week," judges Kyeo after taking a moment to consider whether indifference is what it sounds like. "If you don't mind returning the cart I would appreciate that."

"Not a problem! I would want other people to do things for me if I was recovering." They can take all the bags, after a moment to get them rebalanced sensibly, then set off again. "Don't worry, just one more stop."

Groceries! He wonders what they eat on Earth in the past.

They eat So Many Things! The grocery store is another whole-floor-of-a-skyscraper situation and it's nearly impossible to see the far wall past the shelves. There's fish and meat and milk and eggs and plant-based substitutes for all of those, and produce fresh and frozen and dried and pickled and made into jam or salsa, and packaged snacks and packaged entire meals and flour and sugar and nuts and pasta and rice paper and breakfast cereal and candy and bottles of a hundred kinds of sauces and little shakers of a hundred different spices. And vitamins even though there were also vitamins in the pharmacy, and a whole aisle of eating utensils and knives and pots and pans and graters and strainers and kitchen gadgets ranging from the nearly-necessary to the excessively-specialized.

"I figured you wouldn't know what you want," says Tazz cheerfully, "so I took you to the big one!"

oh no

". . . I am getting the sense that I fucked up. Do you want recommendations."

Kyeo has to make his handcomp replay that translation again but then he manages to kind of mouth, "please", and when it doesn't register that he types it.

"Do you have any medical or ethical dietary restrictions?"

Headshake.

"Are there any food items or flavors you just really hate?"

Headshake.

Tazz gets a cart and shepherds Kyeo around the store, getting him sandwich fixings and granola and microwaveable plant-based fish patties and microwaveable frozen veggies and protein bars and mixed nuts and boxed mac and cheese and lentil soup in the kind of can that doesn't need a can opener, and a basic set of cookware and dishes. It's all cheap and easy to prep and non-perishable and taken together it's nutritionally balanced. They go slowly enough to let him object to anything objectionable, but they never hesitate.

He doesn't even photograph the labels to get them translated, just follows mechanically along.