002: Un barbiere di qualità! (Backdated to after the Thanksgiving event)

[bravabarber]

Action: 2238 Stephens Road and around(There's a package with Figaro's name on it on the doorstep. Confused enough by the sudden revival of the town (he's pretty much convinced that it's sorcery), he opens the parcel. Housemates and nearby neighbors will hear his high C of joy and triumph ring out throughout the house as he dances around his garden

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Grocery Store

[kinships]

[Cain was just running in and out to buy some milk, when he spotted the older man looking a bit lost and annoyed.]

Excuse me, sir? Are you alright?

[bravabarber]

Hmm?

Yes, I am fine. The only thing that is not fine is that there is no pig lard sold here. I do not understand; this whole town is supposed to be the future, but they do not stock basic groceries! What is the world coming to?

[kinships]

...Pig lard?!

I can't say I've ever heard of anyone using that for cooking, but they might have some ordinary lard.

[bravabarber]

Yes, pig lard.

(He sounds rather cross and throws his arm out dramatically.)

You can't just use ANY lard! They're not called mantecados for no reason! It is the pig lard that gives it its flavor! To pick anything else would be an insult to any Spaniard, and to the recipe itself!

(He's going to ramble and rant in a weird misture of Italian and Spanish now. Don't worry, he's not mad at you, just mad at the town.)

[kinships]

[Cain just... blinks at this rather odd man, slightly amused although he's trying not to show it.]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause offence. Why not try the butcher's?

[bravabarber]

Well, I was told that these..."grocery stores" (he still has trouble with some of the terminology of the 1950s) was the place to go to for basic food purchases. Something as common as pig's lard SHOULD be here, especially so near Christmas!

But I suppose I will have to try the butcher's then. Thank you signore for your help. I am still getting used to this town and its strange names; I assure you that normally, I am not this clueless.

[kinships]

Don't worry, there's nothing to apologise for.

I really hope you find your pig's lard at the butcher's shop.

[bravabarber]

Grazie signore. I really do hope so as well; it would be a sad Christmas if I did not have mantecados out.

Should you happen to be around my home, feel free to knock! I will happily sell you some; at a cheaper price of course, for your assistance, but don't tell anyone else!

(He whispers the last sentence conspiratorially. The sneaky businessman in Figaro recognises a gold mine when he sees one!)

[kinships]

[Cain can't imagine anyone wanting to go and buy pig's lard, even if it was cheap, but he doesn't want to offend Figaro.]

I'll definitely remember that, it's very kind of you. Thank you.