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It's getting way too cold to make the trek to the exchanges that are further out, so Gwen's making due with the closest one-- even if the range of selection is maybe not so great. She's got a shopping cart full of various items that people have used to pay for alcohol, some of them weirder than others. (Barry Manilow's Greatest Hits? Come onHer

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Solomon is trailing along behind her with his leather jacket thrown over one shoulder. He's helping! By being cool! And donating a few things. Lawn jockeys and The Calming Sounds of Riverdance seem the be the best form of currency ever in this place.

"You should try that really, really fat guy first. He likes your tits."

He's helping!

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Gwen does not whirl around in irritation.

This is because she has known Salla for a comparably long time.

"His are bigger than mine, Salla," she points out.

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He shrugs.

"But yours are attached to you! Changes the meaning of breasts. Man breasts are gross, anyway. Having useless nipples is weird enough."

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She snorts, lowering her voice as she wheels past the corpulent vendor in question.

"That's one of the big tragedies of masculinity, actually. Useless nipples."

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"And receding hairlines."

He picks up a colorful, fish patterned toothbrush from a random table nearby and fiends interest. (It's sharp! It could...mumblemumble.)

Quietly, "How many times you want to circle around before trying him?"

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"I'm gonna wait," Gwen murmurs back. "He lowers his prices if he thinks I've been shopping around."

Her eyebrows arch at the toothbrush.

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Very serious, "I like fish. And the idea of stabbing myself with my own toothbrush early one morning sounds like a great idea. Very innovative. Genius, if you will."

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Gwen does not offer up her opinion on the toothbrush (though she is sorely tempted to) because the vendor, a gaunt woman who looks to be in her middle thirties, is someone with whom Gwen has had a fairly positive trade relationship in the past.

She smiles sweetly at her on Salla's behalf. Boys! What do they know about toothbrushes?

"I think it might be for kids," she says, eyeing it. "Or ... maybe breeders of tropical fish."