It didn't take long for Zack to return with the drinks, which, as it turned out, he wasn't very good at carrying smoothly. The dip in the caps were practically full of the rich cocoa (designed especially for careless idiots such as himself) by the time he slid into the seat across from Roxas with a sharp exhale.

... Now that he'd begun to sit still, it might have become a bit more obvious just how exhausted he looked. The cold had a funny way of sapping one's strength regardless of previous training. And he had charged on at full pelt to make it to Goldenrod without lagging behind.

Setting one of the steaming drinks in front of Roxas, he took the to-go top off of his own and sat back, giving it a minute or two to cool.

"So... How're ya likin' Goldenrod, Roxas? I guess there hasn't been much trouble since the department store was attacked, huh?"