[Usually, Guzma's pretty considerate about touch - he's not big on it either from people he doesn't like or know - and respects those that bring it up, but...he's distracted, and excited. And also really, really hungry. He worked out most of his frustrations, and now he needs a heaping helping of carbs to make up what he lost swinging a heavy mallet around.]

Oh, dang, you're right...never thought 'bout coconut oil. [Fish oil he's thought of, but also doesn't know how to make it, either.] I'll check one'a them cookbooks I snagged from that little library a while back. Might have a clue in there, yeah.

[Guzma does a double-take, sputtering as he backpedals the distance he walked and looks at the sign.] Yo, no kidding?! They have those here?! Bro...dude, my guy.

We have to get one.

[DUDE, TRUST ME.]