Recette, currently a Weapon owned by the shopkeeper and happier for it, looked up with the easy, natural smile of a friend rather than a merchant. She probably wouldn't have known the difference anyway.
All customers were friends, right?
"Good morning, Dunleavy!" At risk of falling off her stool behind the counter, she limited herself to a slight wave and a bob of her head. "How are you? Are you looking for anything special?"
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Date: 2012-01-02 12:17 pm (UTC)All customers were friends, right?
"Good morning, Dunleavy!" At risk of falling off her stool behind the counter, she limited herself to a slight wave and a bob of her head. "How are you? Are you looking for anything special?"