Emma shrugs. "If mice are better, we'll try to find mice first."
She leads them back out into the Plaza of Women. She doesn't ask the owner of the gerbils where to go- it seems vaguely insulting, somehow. But she buys them all a bag of chocolate drops and gossips with the candy seller, and extracts the name of a smaller, more boutique store known for "more exotic pets." It's on the far edge of the Plaza, practically to the men's side, but when all is said and done it's not that large a square.
The owner of the boutique store eyes Emma's company warily- they're not dressed nearly as nicely as she is- but is polite and deferential to Emma, so as long as he restrains him to staring, Emma deems it not worth lecturing him. He assures her that he does, in fact, have what she is looking for, right there in the back, the latest trend, would she and her friends care to see?...
Emma sighs, and prepares to haggle. She waves Alli, Jenny and Holly towards the side wall where the mice are said to be. Go on, take a look, I'll be here bartering.
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She leads them back out into the Plaza of Women. She doesn't ask the owner of the gerbils where to go- it seems vaguely insulting, somehow. But she buys them all a bag of chocolate drops and gossips with the candy seller, and extracts the name of a smaller, more boutique store known for "more exotic pets." It's on the far edge of the Plaza, practically to the men's side, but when all is said and done it's not that large a square.
The owner of the boutique store eyes Emma's company warily- they're not dressed nearly as nicely as she is- but is polite and deferential to Emma, so as long as he restrains him to staring, Emma deems it not worth lecturing him. He assures her that he does, in fact, have what she is looking for, right there in the back, the latest trend, would she and her friends care to see?...
Emma sighs, and prepares to haggle. She waves Alli, Jenny and Holly towards the side wall where the mice are said to be. Go on, take a look, I'll be here bartering.