That would've been amusing. Wash up on shore. Immediately fry to death. Then wash up again a while later. Repeat the process until the moon comes out. Not that Dabi knows, but he would've sat there and watched it for a few renditions before finally bothering to walk his ass away or maybe consider putting up some shade. Alas, he doesn't know, so Mayerling is left musing over the dichotomy and Dabi's inspecting another cart nearby.

There's a display of dried goods, ranging from meat to greens to herbs to paper to firewood. A few bundles of roots hang from the sides of the stalls like incense sticks, bulbs included. No one's manning the stall, and whoever left hasn't closed up... Just asking or someone to swing by and clear them out. Or filch a little from the side where it won't be noticed until it's too late.

Someone did just mention the "cost" of doing business. Here lies the "risk" of doing business at night as well. So good to know.

yoink.

Oy, oy. Even if he's a selfish and stingy bastard, he doesn't really consider dropping off some advice that he willingly gave to require repayment. If Mayerling wants to, sure, but Dabi's not asking for it.

He heads off from the stall, pocketing his ill-gotten gains.

"Least the housin in this place is pretty easy. Walk in and sit down."