Unless, of course, it's the Sunday after Valentine's day. Then there are candy sales. Large, heaping piles of bagged chocolate done up in pinks and reds and whites and hearts and ribbons galore! Even before things went all sideways Livvie loved chocolate like any self-respecting American girl. She still does, and on top of that the girl's got a
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"Are you going to get up?"
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"Ow."
The reaction is delayed but Livvie gets to her hands and knees, moves a foot or so away from the offending fixture, and makes her way to her feet. Her pupils are a little too wide, dear Doctor, do you notice? Do you care?
"Upsy-daisy. I'm good." She glances mournfully at the candy on the floor. "Think they'll give me a discount on those?"
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"If you pick them up before they notice you spilled them, and get up there before someone tattles on you, sure. Not like they're in the business of taking your money or anything." Now that she is not blocking his path, he makes his way past her, eying each bin in turn.
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"Cadbury cream eggs have changed," she murmurs, mostly to herself but it's possibly a lame attempt at conversation. A half-glance out of the corner of her eye. What to crotchety old men with canes look for in candy bins, hmm?
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Yes. She giggles. Someone's in a talkative mood, anyway.
"Is that the lemon-limey stuff?"
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He only jumps a little at the unexpected questioning. "...um. It's, uh --" He looks! "...Summit Raindrops. I think it's... citrus? It has orange juice in it."
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She bounces on the balls of her feet a bit, a mimicry of his movement when she spoke up. A pucker of the lips and she looks into his cart, probably a little too close for comfort but she's not paying attention. He's nice, she thinks, much nicer than crotchety old men with canes who stare at girls on the floor.
"It rains oranges somewhere?" Pfft, Livvie hopes not. "That'd be terribly sticky." Oho, cola! One of those for the lady's basket.
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