He’d lightly laugh seeing you (can be his assistant, side kick, protégé, whatever) walk up to y’all’s regular meeting spot in front of a nice cafe (that he 100% got both you and him snacks for the patrol from, as always) for patrols. He’d hand you your bag of little treats as he spoke cheerfully, “Got your favorites, short stuff. Ready for this patrol or what?” You two always have evening patrols every other day, more or less; just depended on what was going on.