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[alwayshasaprice]

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[ipod_less]

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You have our stuff? [Her tone is one of incredulous-ness. No wai.]

[alwayshasaprice]

I may have your "stuff." It remains unseen if what item is yours has found it's way into my little shop. That is why I asked for you all to come and claim it.

[ipod_less]

I've got my lunch break in about fifteen minutes. [Which she was going to use to go window shopping, buttttt the mystery of having something from home is too tempting.] Where's your shop located?

[alwayshasaprice]

Old Town. A few blocks by the water. [ Honestly, don't these devices have maps for them to use? ]

[ipod_less]

[They do but she'd rather ask.] Okay. I'll be there in a little while.

[alwayshasaprice]

Take your time, dearie. The shop isn't going anywhere.

[ipod_less]

[A little while later, the bell signals the front door opening. Darcy steps inside, stomping the snow from her boots on the mat just inside the door. Once her boots are to her liking, Darcy starts towards the nearest display, looking over everything.]

[alwayshasaprice]

Well then, it seems you made your way here just fine. [ He's in the middle of cleaning. ] And what can I do for you, my dear?

[ipod_less]

I did. Didn't get lost once. [Darcy nods. She glances over to where he's standing and shrugs.] You said someone from my home is here. I'm kinda curious as to what it is.

[alwayshasaprice]

I said something might be here. [ He leans across the counter. ] You may have to be a tad specific in what you're looking for.

[ipod_less]

But I don't know what I'm looking for. [Darcy gives him a look.] I had a lot of stuff-- okay, not a lot-- but it's hard to narrow the choices down.

[alwayshasaprice]

Perhaps, then, something important to you. Near and dear.

[ipod_less]

Near and dear, huh? So not, like, a pair of socks? [Darcy chuckles and continues looking around.]

[alwayshasaprice]

For that one, I'm afraid you'll have to go to a convenience store. Why would I bother keeping old socks? [ Ah, humor. ]

[ipod_less]

What if they were, like, really great socks? [Darcy grins. As she gets closer to where Mr. Gold stood, she stops at one of the glass display cases.

No. It can't be. It was...destroyed. But she recognizes the color of the glass, the shape of the bloom. Why would that be brought here? She had her mom box it up and put it in the attic. Her heart drops into her stomach and she makes a soft sound.] I think I found it.

[alwayshasaprice]

Then perhaps you should have brought them with you. [ Mr. Gold turns as she finds something. Aha. ]

And what might that be?