You know what, they're both leaning on the cart by this point. Tim's at the nose of it, one hand braced against it as he feigns nodding off because ohmygod he really is getting a small lesson in appropriate workwear color palettes.

This really is his life.

"You know we don't have a dress code, right?" He perks up again and removes himself from the immediate danger zone of, like, getting run over or something. "And also that your oasis had a four-year-old stuffing their hand down a jar of some really pretentious looking jellybeans?"