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| Kristian Vulpae | Jan 20 2009, 06:54 PM |
 
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The kitsune watched the other with an amused smirk as he went from one spot to another in a wave of excitement. Part of her figured that giving him free reign may not have been the best of ideas, but the other half was convinced it was the greatest thing possible. She liked watching the other fox run about so energetically- he almost looked like he could keep up with herself. "Aye aye... slow down, would ya? And keep track of what you're wanting, huh?" Her voice called after him with a chuckle, reaching to collect the garlic he'd taken interest in. It was lifted before her eyes with an intense gaze, searching the plant for any possible defects. Dissatisfied, she tossed it back onto the shelf before examining another, soon tossing that one aside. "Baaarmey, your plants' gone foul. How you expectin' to run this place with soured fruits?" The fire relit, Barmey had taken to hanging over the counter with crossed arms, watching the two with a judging eye. He was staring at Tzel with a displeased frown when the redhead called to him, distracting his attention away from the other energetic fox. "Foul? Only you would call it that, you mink. No one else has trouble with my wares. It's good for another day atleast, and like you said, you only need it for tonight, don't ya?" Kit hummed a little, looking a third plant over. She knew he had a point; it wasn't meant to last long. But on principal, she'd never admit to it. It was a lesson she'd learned from her mother: Give in once and soon everyone'll be stomping on your tail. "I think this one'll do." She concluded, before moving onto the next item of interest: the onions. These she looked over just as judgementally, selecting one from the mix. Next she looked over the tomatoes Tzel had moved, but dismissed them as inferior and returned them to their shelf where she selected two more suitable ones and added them to her growing armful. At this point she detoured from Tzel's choices, though kept a mental check of them, scouring over the shelves for her own personal choices in spice. She selected a few from the side of the room she'd started on, filling a few small sacks full of the ground-up spice before dropping her current armload off on the counter and going back to track down the rest of Tzel's interests as well as her own. She browsed the oranges, selecting a few, and then stopped by Tzel, looking the apples over. "Hmm... I suppose those are fine. So let's. In fact, I know this desert recipe that uses apples and oranges... perhaps we shall make use of that as well. Pick up a few more apples, in that case. And I'll finish picking out our spices." Behind the counter, Barmey gave an amused huff and leaned back against the wall. This was precisely why he'd come to like Kit's visits: as obnoxious as she was, she had come to be his biggest customer. So when the next time she spoke was addressed to him with the news that she would soon he leaving, it was reasonable that he'd be surprised. "Oh Barm? I just thought I'd tell you that this might be my last visit here." Kit commented from across the room, her eyes never leaving the assortment of ground spice. Barmey's head snapped up, giving her an odd look. "You're leavin', Kit? What for?" "Grant died last week, as I'm sure you've heard. Right in his sleep. No sign of it, no nothin'. Just up and gone." "Yeah? The blacksmith. He was old as they come. But you were training under him, weren't you? Thought I heard you say somethin' about apprenticing once." "Mhm, but with him gone I can't learn anymore. There's nuthin' left tying me here, so I'm goin' off again." Kit returned to the counter with a couple more sacks of spice, laying down another set of coins. "That'll cover it?" Barmey silently counted the coins, thumbing them out across the table before nodding. He'd already gathered most of Kit's things into a sack, so she dragged the bag off the counter and slugged it over her shoulder, turning to leave the store. "Gonna miss ya, Barm. You've the best selection in town, ya know that?" With that, she left, making sure to drag her excited new companion after her. "Chicken next, pup. And do try not to knock anything down for me, kay?" |
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