Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Nov 29, 2011 18:40:21 GMT -6
Isabel put her left hand on her left hip, blocking Valcrist from leaving. "Uh-uh, Valcrist. You are getting a haircut, and you'll be getting it within the next half hour. Also, I'm not letting you exit until you get a haircut, so..." The shaman tapped her foot. "Better to get this over with quickly, eh? And it's not like the blade will be near your throat or anything. Look... Why don't we see if we can't get our hair cut at the same time. Would that make you feel better?" Isabel could have gone on all day. She had a reasonable guess as to why Valcrist was chickening out, and, if she was correct (which she didn't doubt she was), she knew how he felt. She had been in that position, and had watched her brother freak out in a similar manner. Oh god, that had been funny, watching her older, 'fearless' brother, powerful mage extraordinaire, spazz out over a razor. Isabel felt a little lucky that she didn't have to be in that position, paying someone else to trim hair off near her throat... Ah, yes. Good time to be a girl.
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Post by Valcrist on Nov 29, 2011 19:02:32 GMT -6
"No no, we don't have to I'll cut it myse-" He began, but was cut off by the large hand clapping on his shoulder. It shook him through like a bolt of lightning, his body becoming tense and rigid, his eyes wide and worried. He stared straight ahead at Isabel, mouthing 'help me'. It was silenced by a large guffaw of laughter.
"Ah! See we got two more customers!" The mysterious man, who easily a foot or two taller then Valcrist, spoke loudly. Catching the attention of the man shaving, who waved a have that Valcrist didn't see since he was busy mentally writing a will.
"Ah, come on in. Orgis can take care of one of you, when I'm done I'll get the other." He sounded notably more laid back then the loud man apparently named Orgis.
"Ah, look at this young man." He grabbed the statue of a Nabatan boy by the shoulders and turned him around. "How on earth can you see with such a hairstyle? It's maddening, you will be first. No questions." He finally got a good look at the man, and it made him sink even deeper. Well deeper figuratively since he was as good as a rooted to the spot. Tall, quite taller then Valcrist, largely built with an apron and a big fuzzy beard. Bald except for a where the beard began. Small, dark eyes and big fuzzy eyebrows. He would bet anything this man's nickname was Orgis the Ogre.
"Ah, gotcha Ogre, take a seat young lady, I'll be with you momentarily." Oh but of course.
He wasn't sure how it happened, but he bet it involved some kind of elaborate contraption like the booby traps in ancient crypts, or he blacked out in fear, but he would up in the chair. The ogre above his with a pair of shear that looked more suitable for dealing with sheep then a human's head. "Now don't worry kid, I've been doing this longer then you've been alive." Now that.... wasn't really a relaxing thought.
"Hrm, got yourself a little bit of fuzz on your face too." He touched the swordsman's face gently, around his chin and neck. "Sideburns coming in too."
"No I don't." Hastily said the one in the chair.
"Yeah you do, just hard to see because you're blond, but trust me it's there." Oh hoh hoh, but he insisted.
"No it's not." Valcrist squeaked.
"Now kid, don't be scared. Trust me, I'm a professional." A professionally intimidating man perhaps.
As fast as it happened, the man began removing large portions of what remained of the blacksmith's old hair. While he worked, the other man cleared his area of hair as a freshly shaven man had taken to watching Valcrist freak out over getting his hair cut with an almost sadistic grin. That bastard.
"Over here mam, whenever you're ready."
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Nov 29, 2011 19:21:19 GMT -6
Isabel's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the large, bearded man who appeared behind Valcrist. She barely registered the blond's mouthing of something that seemed like either 'fry trout' or 'help me' as she went over the possible ways this man couldn't possibly be trained in this field. The shaman felt bad for Valcrist as he was lead over to a seat by the giant of a man (nicknamed Ogre? Greeeeeeeeaaaaaat...) and the other, clearly more calm man cleared the way for her. She stood there in mild horror, realizing that this would undoubtedly have been the scariest thing Valcrist had ever encountered in his life, before noticing that the other man was ready for her. She calmly walked over to the chair and sat down, hands on her lap, as the other man walked over, asking her how she'd like her hair cut.
"Oh... Well. Just a little bit off the bottom, so that the hair only comes around my neck about a half inch. Can you do that?" With the man's affirmative response, Isabel allowed him to begin. As he quickly trimmed the required hair, Isabel tried to start up a little conversation with Valcrist. "Heh... This isn't too bad, is it?" She tried to look over at him, but could only see the boy out of the very corner of her eye.
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Post by Valcrist on Nov 29, 2011 19:43:53 GMT -6
"I wouldn't be too worried about him." The other barber commented as he sized up her cut and went about his business. "The ogre over there is probably one of the nicest guys you'd ever meet. The nickname's just a joke." He chuckled lightly. "We don't get many new customers, so most people are used to it." Away went another expertly chopped chip of hair. "This is his shop, he used to shear sheeps on his parent's farm all the time, we still do in the off season."
While the man talked politely to the blue haired maiden, obviously concerned about the well being of her friend, the large set man went to work. Valcrist was petrified, but for no real good reason. He moved expertly, deftly removing chunks of hair and reshaping the boy's hair into a form much less likely to cause his self physical injury.
"Y-yeah. It's... fine. Just fine. Yeah." He... was a man. He didn't need to be scared by this odd foreign practice of hair cutting. It's.... it's been years since his hair's been trimmed. And even then it was long enough that it was nowhere near his head. This is probably the first time getting such a close hair cut since he was ten. Back when his mother accidentally nipped one of his and he was afraid he'd bleed to death. Why did head wounds bleed so badly.
Just breathe boy, breath. He could almost hear the man say, he probably did say that, but Valcrist kind of blocked it out. A deep breath, yeah this wasn't too bad. He could relax he could calm down. No no, don't relax, the second you relax you're just setting your self up for a comedic sudden shift where he brings out t-the k-knife! Knife... sharp... shiny... He could see his relfection in the blade, he looked... Oops, gone now, couldn't see.
"Stay still kid, it'll be over just a second."
Hyperbole or no, he hoped he was telling the truth. There was no need to worry about staying still, he had been still this whole time, though just one... errant twitch. Maybe he'd have a seizure and drive that foul blade straight through his heart! Or maybe an earthquake will cause him to trip and drive it in his eye! Or maybe
"Done."
Huh? Done? What did that word mean?
"I wish all my people stayed as still as you, by the way you can breath again kid." A deep breath came out of his chest, slowly gaining feeling throughout his body, gaining life once more as he stood up.
"That... wasn't so bad..." He muttered, feeling a bit lightheaded.
"It never is kid, you wouldn't believe how many people freeze up for their first shave. I don't know why people don't just trust me with knives around their neck, I'm so trustworthy looking." He let out a loud laugh.
"Heh.. heh... y-yeah."
"First shave's free, always is, you'll have to pay for the haircut though. Twenty five gold."
He took this time to look in the mirror at his self, slowly touching his hair, running his hand through it. His head felt... so cold. But atleast he could see.
"Lemme just get my gold..." About now Isabel should be done herself.
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Nov 29, 2011 20:35:27 GMT -6
Isabel had, actually, been done for a little under a minute; a trim took less time than a regular haircut, not to mention the surprising shave Valcrist had apparently needed. By this time, Isabel was counting out fifty coins, paying for both her own and Valcrist's haircuts. It took her but a moment to do so, and then she handed twenty five coins to the man who had trimmed her hair, and twenty five to 'the Ogre'. "Thank you!" Isabel said with a smile, waving back to the two barbers. "You both do good work!"
And she meant it. Her hair was once again all nice and neat, no loose ends or anything! Better than that one time, for certain... Of course, the time in question was when she and her sister had been playing salon with a knife they had found... But bough dwelling in the past! She'd just end up missing her family and wondering what they were doing... But anyway, Valcrist's hair looked pretty good, too. "He did a good job." the shaman remarked as the door closed shut behind them. "Very nice. Now then, next on the agenda... Clothes. Or we could stop and talk for a minute while you get over the fact that you aren't bleeding to death."
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Post by Valcrist on Nov 29, 2011 20:54:58 GMT -6
"I still can't believe it, I'm not bleeding to death. I feel gyped, I need to be bleeding atleast 70% more." He crossed his arms in a fake pout, but grinned. "Eh, sorry about that. A long time ago my mom cut my ear when she trimmed my hair, I was flailing so badly, I caused myself to bleed for hours. I never let anyone near my head again." He headed over and picked up the two weapons he had apparently dropped near the door. Did he do that? He didn't remember, he kind of blacked out. Well anyways he got them back now, and he was taking a few moment to refasten the straps.
Resting his arm on the hilt of his sword, he turned to Isabel. "You know, I've had bandit run at me with an axe looking to give me a rather interesting line in my face, and I don't think I've ever been more scared then just a few minutes ago." He looked pathetic, shoulder's hunch and head hung. He realized just how pathetic he sounded. "Don't like snakes either." He added nonchalantly, before straightening his back up and looking a bit more confident. Bit being the key classifier here.
"Oh, open your hand." He said, and when she complied, he plopped twenty five gold coins in her hand. "Here. I can pay for myself, don't worry. But thank you for the kindness."
Pulling on the threads on his body, he had a small frown as the thread was taught and didn't want to much move. Either I went through a growth spurt, or all that blacksmithing is turning me into the dwarf everyone assumes blacksmiths are. Oh goodness, it's probably why I needed the shave too wasn't it? "I can shop for myself, but... um... If you're going shopping anyways I suppose I can tag along." Near death barber experiences aside, he's probably had more fun in the last hour then the last few weeks. Like they say, every town hid disaster and fun in the disaster that was around every corner but is distracted by bad metaphors.
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Nov 30, 2011 17:53:27 GMT -6
Isabel raised an eyebrow at Valcrist's rant, and the other eyebrow went up as he insisted on paying her back, practically taking her hand to hand the proper amount back. She gripped the coins tight, and, while she was putting them into the correct bag within her bag, she began to talk. "You're welcome. And yes, I do need to go shopping for some new clothes to fit the weather of where I'm heading. And hey, maybe I can help you pick out something nice! What do you think of that plan?" As the last coin fell into the bag and it was replaced, Isabel stood straight, staring around for the correct store. For some random town in Bern... It sure did have a lot of stores and other interesting things. Maybe she should go and check that name... It might be interesting coming back someday. "Well, come on! We don't have all day to stand around being shocked we have the same amount of blood in our body as we did ten minutes ago! There's stores to search, styles to pick, and clothes to buy!"
Without waiting for Valcrist's response, Isabel was off, making as much of a beeline as she could without walking into the well to the clothing store. She walked in, quickly looked around the store once (barely noticing the surprised worker), and turned around, waiting for Valcrist to come in behind her.
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Post by Valcrist on Nov 30, 2011 19:57:43 GMT -6
"I pour my soul out, and this is what I get. Eyebrows." Valcrist chuckled, but he didn't think Isabel heard. She was off so fast, she didn't even wait for a response. He would almost go chasing after her, if he hadn't still felt lightheaded from the whole near death experience. And if it hadn't appeared desperate for the social interaction he so direly needed. She'd probably be waiting for him, oh man, that made it worse. He should hurry.
He took around the marketplace, and the small bazaar they had set up. Being a border town between Sacae and Bern, it probably received a good amount of traffic for caravans traveling to Lycia and Ilia. It would explain how something simple like a salon can function and keep an upkeep high enough to be called a store, and why it seemed to have significantly more then the average small town no one remembered. He had a feeling he'd remember this town though, if only because of the bizarre acquaintance he met here. Not that, um, she was bizarre, just the, er, situation. Running into a building because his hair blinded him, that is. It was kind of... He'll stop thinking now.
He hurried into the store behind her, he didn't have time to scope out the place beforehand. At the least it overrided the ten to twenty minute bout of indecision where he just stood outside the store wondering if he should really go in or not. "Hey, uh Isabel. Oh and good day sir." He said to the young woman, then to the befuddled worker. Whom looked at Valcrist and slightly snickered. Why would he do tha- oh yeah. Pants.
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Nov 30, 2011 21:32:47 GMT -6
Isabel smiled as Valcrist stepped in, and then turned around to look about the store. "Well, let's see... They have sons very lovely leather jerkins if you feel like saying to everyone you meet 'hey, look, I hunt deer for a living!'. And there are some robes... No, wait... That's a dress. I don't think we should buy you a dress, even if it does have a very cute floral design. All right, gimme a few minutes. I'll see what I can rustle up for ya."
And, true to her word, the shaman did return in a few minutes, a small of different shirts and robes draped over her right forearm. "All right, so let's see... Here we have a green shirt, modeled after the Sacaean way of making clothes." Isabel held up a green tunic, which she then handed to Valcrist. "And then we have a red robe, similar to what I've seen some mages wear... If a little more bright than what I've usually seen." Again she lifted the clothing item and handed it to the boy. "And here we have a nice blue shirt. Rather simple, I think, but nicely made. Plus, I like the color." Once more she repeated the motion. "All right, do you like any of those three? I'm sure I could find some more, but I thought those looked the nicest."
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Post by Valcrist on Dec 1, 2011 21:56:35 GMT -6
Clothing and more clothing seemed to just accumulate in his hands. He didn't want to say he had an eye for fashion, because he did not. Maybe fashionable armor, but not clothing. In fact cloth was lost on him, it was just so.... soft. So not like steel, it needed to be more like steel. Everything did, steel was awesome. "Um..." He began, but didn't know where he was going. "I, er, I think I'll pass on the sacaen garb." He seriously used to wear the exact outfit she piled onto him like a living clothing rack. He bought it back then to, still he didn't want to relive the past also Sacaens kinda hated him. That was back when he had the pony tail, or, um rat tail. He wasn't familiar on hair terminology.
The robes, honesty, didn't suit him. He needed something to move in easily, and robes weren't. Plus this was just way too red, how on earth did something get this red, only an insane person would wear this much red. It made you into a walking target. Finally, the blue shirt was... Oh goodness. It looked EXACTLY the same as the shirt he used to wear when he started out on his little badly thought out quest. Goodness, maybe Isabel had been stalking him this whole time or something. "Erm, I think I'd like something... ah... warmer? Perhaps?" Ilia. Ilia was cold. Sooooo cold. He thought he'd need to have his arm amputated after all of that. Even Sacae was a tad bit chilly compared to what he knew and grew up with. That isn't to say he suddenly felt cold as soon as he left home, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss that paralyzing heat juuuust a little. "If, if that's ok. That is." Something warm and easy to move in, that would be ideal.
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Dec 2, 2011 14:03:41 GMT -6
"Something warmer? Okay, I'll see what I can find." The shaman took the clothes she had just given Valcrist back, and once again turned to walk through the store. The worker who she had surprised earlier was coming over to ask if she needed any help, at which poin she just handed (more of a throwing action, really) the clothes at his head as she walked past. Another few minutes of rummaging through clothing passed before Isabel returned, carrying just one shirt. It was a dark, dark blue color (she liked that color, as well as purple, but she figured blue would be the better color for Valcrist), and, while rather plain in appearance, was rather thick, just as Valcrist had asked. She handed it to him for inspection before talking. "If that isn't thick enough, I saw a coat and scarf that would go excellently with it, in my oh-so humble opinion."
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Post by Valcrist on Dec 6, 2011 14:07:36 GMT -6
"Sorry sir." He nervously smiled and nodded his head as the worker just sort of glared at him as he peeled at the layers of cloth tossed haphazardly at his body. While Isabel went off to do... erm... whatever she's doing, Valcrist decided to take a look around his self. It would be several minutes before she would find something she thought he should wear, and if he knew how she based on the short time they were together, she would positively insist and half-way force him to buy it. Maybe even with force, that book she was reading earlier is probably a nice bludgeon in a pinch.
Hrm... That gave him a thought.
He had some money saved from his work in the army, he would be fine for a while. He could afford to spend it. This placed specialized in clothing, but he could see some other things awash the sea of cloth and colors. Maybe a book? Then again, this was far from a book store and he hadn't the lightest of what kind of book to get. He wasn't sure what to get, his mind ran through a list of things. Maybe a bag? No, he saw a perfect functionable one earlier. Something blue, definitely, that much was obvious. A hat? Nah, that'd look silly. A hair thingy holder? He tapped his forehead with a small smirk, but shook his head with a chuckle.
Ahah! That would be perfect. He went to go grab it, but was quickly interrupted. Isabel came from nowhere like a phantom and scared the color right out of him, or atleast she would have normally. Instead he was slightly flush, positioning his body just right to hide what he had just about to purchase.
"Oh hey, thanks Isabel, this is perfect." He didn't really even give it a look over, but he assumed it would work and fit. It felt warm atleast. "Can you go find that coat? I wouldn't know where to begin, and I've been looking for a nice coat for a while." He added with a nervous smile.
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Dec 6, 2011 16:16:09 GMT -6
Isabel didn't really notice anything about Valcrist, other than his flushing, which was a perfectly valid response to her presence. She simply nodded, and then set off again (the worker flinched as she walked past, expecting the worst and just getting let down), walking through the piles and piles of clothing. Well, this had to match, so... Those blue shoe-boot-things, yeah, those were good... The shaman twisted her head around at the glimpse of orange in her peripheral vision, snatching out a pair of orange trousers. With that scarf and jacket, along with the shirt Valcrist was holding... This would be such an awesome outfit. It just screamed awesome, at least in her mind. Isabel silently hoped that it would look good in real-life, or at least on Valcrist, as she grabbed the remaining two items.
"What do you think?" she asked, returning to the spot she had left Valcrist at for another two minutes. She held a blue coat, an orange scarf, an orange pair of pants, and blue shoes. "Yeah, odd colors, but I bet it will look good nevertheless."
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Post by Valcrist on Dec 6, 2011 17:39:41 GMT -6
Oh good, she left. Really quickly too, must of not noticed anything. Was this a good or bad thing? Maybe he's gotten better at hiding the obvious. He turned around and grabbed it, quickly looking around to see if he could find the storekeeper. It wasn't hard to fine, what with a mustache that regal and magnificent. "Oh, there you are." He smiled and tried to get his attention, waving his hand and beckoning him near.
"Ah, you're the one with the energetic lass." He replied, turning to the Nabatan. "Finding everything alright?"
"Yes sir, in fact I was looking to buy this. How much would it be?" He held the bundle of fabric up to the man, as the owner of the store appraised the boy's selection.
"That will be forty gold." Forty gold? Wow, it wasn't cheap. Then again nothing ever is. Except axes.
He dug into his pocket, pulling out some gold coins and handed them to the man while Isabel continued her scavenging for the perfect Valcrist outfit. It wasn't long though, in fact it was barely two minutes. Luckily he was able to snatch up his purchase and hide it behind his back before she got close enough to see. She came back with a long coat, with a pair of brownish-orange trousers and blue shoes. And a long length of orange fabric that made him smirk, he hadn't even been paying attention when she mentioned the scarf earlier. Now he was going to look stupid since he just bought one.
Then again, this one wasn't for him. "Oh hey, hi there. Wow. You are really... fast. Yes, fast." He looked nervous, because he WAS nervous. "Orange and blue?" His mind finally resumed function. He tapped his chin lightly. "Opposing colors, reminds me of a sun shining on a cloudless day..." He looked away a bit, as if there was something quite interesting in the corner of the room, but quickly snapped his head back and looked at her. "Er, um, that's a good thing. You know. Opposing colors look good with each other. Like Red and Green, Yellow and Purple."
Alright, it was game time. Either he could try to waddle around with his hand always behind his back, or he could simply come clean. "Anyways..." He bit his lip slightly, but shook it off. "I bought this, for you. I wanted to say, well, thank you. Since I probably would of wandered into someone's extended blade by now. So, you know, I thought you might like this." He pulled the cloth from behind him out, it was a long thick sapphire blue scarf. "You said you needed to buy new clothes for the weather. So, I thought you might like this. Unless... you're going to the desert... Then I'm just looking really dumb right now."
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Dec 6, 2011 22:28:19 GMT -6
Isabel nodded at the fast comment, looking down at her blue shoes. "Well, it's not exactly like I'm wearing heavy armor or anything. I suppose I am a fast walker, though..." The shaman looked at Valcrist with a raised eyebrow as he rambled on about opposing colors, and suns and skies, and other nonsense. It sounded good, at any rate. And then he thanked her, as he should (unlike some people, who required prodding), and then produced from behind his back a lovely scarf, the same color as her hair. Isabel reached forward towards the thick cloth, and then her hand stopped in midair. "I... Thank you, Valcrist. Even if I were going to the desert, I'd still take this with me. I might not wear it in a desert, but..." The shaman stopped talking for a moment as she took the scarf gingerly from Vacrist's hands. It was nice and soft and thick... It would be perfect for the frost-bitten lands that were her destination.
The shaman stood there another moment, and then, letting go of the scarf with one hand, made a movement towards Valcrist like she intended to give him a hug. But then she stopped, remembering that she had just met him. So Isabel turned it into her hand being placed on Valcrist's shoulder. "Really. Thank you. Now... Let's finish these last few purchases, shall we?" The girl smiled, putting her new scarf in her bag for future use as she also held the clothes for Valcrist, taking them towards the counter to pay for them. "It's been an interesting afternoon."
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