[ The restraints disappear, and Vi immediately leaps to her feet, clearly ready to make a run for it. Except then, this most confusing interaction turns even more inexplicably bonkers when the bad-fashion creep suddenly produces a whole cooked bird and side dishes out of thin air.
Vi, now backed up several feet, just stares at it. Then she stares at the shopkeeper, who looks similarly baffled (and not a little annoyed).
The smell -- savory herbs, butter, salt -- taunts her, twisting an audible growl from Vi's empty stomach, but for obvious reasons, she has little intention to trust it. Yet, hunger keeps her stuck there, lingering too many moments too long when she should be making her immediate escape.
It's the shopkeeper who breaks first. She sighs, rolls her eyes, and elbows past him to grab the endbone of a drumstick with her bare hands. The words are grumbled, but without any real rancor. ]
Feeling better, are we? I can consider this repayment for the both of you causing me so much trouble.
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Vi, now backed up several feet, just stares at it. Then she stares at the shopkeeper, who looks similarly baffled (and not a little annoyed).
The smell -- savory herbs, butter, salt -- taunts her, twisting an audible growl from Vi's empty stomach, but for obvious reasons, she has little intention to trust it. Yet, hunger keeps her stuck there, lingering too many moments too long when she should be making her immediate escape.
It's the shopkeeper who breaks first. She sighs, rolls her eyes, and elbows past him to grab the endbone of a drumstick with her bare hands. The words are grumbled, but without any real rancor. ]
Feeling better, are we? I can consider this repayment for the both of you causing me so much trouble.