Twintails: "There we are, four tons of P-235 delivered, for fair and fitting use. You sure you'll be able to get them all inside yourself?"
Octavia: "Oh, of course, especially if I can get Vinyl out to assist. Hope she hasn't gotten into too much trouble while I've been away..."
Twintails: "Heh, not like she had any shenanigans-inducing gas to mess with, at least. If the good idea fairy comes to visit her again, you know where to find me - and ah, hopefully next time won't be an overnight stay, eheh."
Octavia: "Bah, I didn't mind it at all, and I know you didn't either. Why don't you come by later, I'll make us some tea and we can have some more comfortable fun, hm? Vinyl does have an upcoming gig tonight, after all."
Twintails: "U-uh, sure! I gotta do some drop-offs, but uh, yeah, I'll see you later! Have a good day, Tavi!"
Octavia: "You as well, Twintails! Hm, now to see what Vinyl's been up to..."

With a half-track truck available, hauling all the pressurized P-235 out of the valley was an easy enough affair to see to, and in little time at all the cellist was back on the path outside of her home, four filled tanks on hand and only a modest amount of puff remaining in her belly and rump.It'll still be a small process getting them inside, but nothing she can't handle!

As for whatever shenanigans her roommate has gotten up to in the meantime, though, that's a good question...