The Return... of Roran.

[stronghammer]

Roran stepped back, wiping the back of his hand on his forehead. He gazed eagerly at the sign he had just hung:

"Wedding Rings: Discount Prices!"

He hoped someone would take him up on it... and that he had spelled it right.

((OOC: I'm back! So, come bother me!))

Comments

[tallyhopippip]

Oh, what a splendid idea! He and Doug don't have wedding rings yet, and George can just get some here.

"Well, hello, young chap! I'm interested in a couple of rings for my husband and I."

Note that George is still dressed as Georgina.

[stronghammer]

Roran stopped. There was a man woman person asking him for a pair of wedding rings for... itself... and its... husband?

Then he remembered where he was. "Um, yes, of course, right this way, sir." Okay, so he had made an educated (laughable) guess as to what it was...

Roran tried his hardest to look the part of salesman. "Is there anything you like... sir? If there is nothing here that suits you-" No telling what that was, mind you- "then you can fill out an order form." Roran flourished the aforementioned form towards the... thing. "I will try my best to craft what you ask for."

[tallyhopippip]

"Oh, these are splendid!" he gushed over a pair of silver rings. "Is it possible to get something engraved on the inside of the band?"

[stronghammer]

"Absolutely, good... sir!" Roran stuttered. "And what, may I ask, can I engrave for you?"

[tallyhopippip]

"I'd like one to say 'To Doug from George', and the other to say 'George & Doug'"

Getting too much into this marriage? Possibly. But that's George for you, all gung ho about things.

[stronghammer]

"Very good, sir. I'll have them to you by the end of the day."