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[courageofheart]

Characters: Mrs. Brisby and you!
Location: The stores
Time: 10 am-ish
Style: Action
Status: OPEN!

[A familiar mouse is climbing up onto a cheese stand. Must be a mouse thing, right? Hah! What a cute cliche...

...Except she hops right over the cheese and approaches the store owner.]Excuse me! Do you have any of those raisins or dates? And I'd

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[demoniacals]

[... It's a talking mouse.

Sorry, Mrs. Brisby, but Tiir will. Just kind of be staring.]

[courageofheart]

[Well, maybe not so much talking now, with her mouth filled with food...]

[demoniacals]

[Well then. He'll be, uh, muttering to himself because what do you even say to this-]

An oddity of this world...?

[courageofheart]

[She shakes her head, and shows the symbol on the bottom of her foot, hopping a bit to keep balance.

It's rude to talk with your mouth full, no matter how silly you end up looking communicating like this...]

[thetrollprince]

[Cuuuute! How cute. He's not even phased. Instead, he leans in a little closer.]

Eh? I don't really work here, miss~.

[Well she was polite. He just has a basket full of a thing or two. Plus, it's not like he was doing anything anyway...]

But I can help ya out if you want.

[courageofheart]

[She carefully takes a couple almonds out of her mouth to speak...]

Ah, well... I'm doing well enough, I'm just preparing for dinner...

[thetrollprince]

[He's never talked to a mouse before. Excuse his excitement.]

Re-ally~? What are you making!

[courageofheart]

I was just going to roast these... nothing very special.

[toomanypetals]

[Ohi Mrs Brisby. Kanda almost smiles.]

Getting some groceries?

[courageofheart]

[Kanda! Her mouth is full and she is much too polite to talk as such, so she simply nods, smiling.]

[cleaver_bitch]

[A tiny smile at the little mouse, and Rena holds a hand out.]

Do you need some help? Do you?

[courageofheart]

[She shakes her head, smiling a little. She's quite alright!]

[faygot]

[Gamzee too, occasionally stores food in his cheeks for later eating. But he doesn't store groceries there! Usually. When he spots Mrs Brisby, he perks up, veering away from where he was going to meet her at the cheese stand, crouching down a bit to get more or less at eye-level with her.]

Heeey, mama. Whatcha all up to here?

[courageofheart]

[In the process of putting more in her mouth, she stops.]

I'm just collecting a few things for dinner tonight. Nothing special.

[faygot]

You want a hand?

[Look! He has two big hands that could carry lots of things for her. Hell, he could even carry her.]

[courageofheart]

Oh, I can handle it. But I would like you to come home with me; I have a gift for you.