The Cajun Angel Job: The Mark

Cameron's Cult Classics

This store is appropriately wall to wall films. There are very few empty spaces on the brick walls, the majority taken up by posters and wall racks. There are even racks of movies in the aisles, although it's not incredibly crowded. There's ample leg room for multiple patrons. Most of the films aren't everyone's cup of tea. They veer very far from mainstream, with large sections devoted to surrealist works, horror, and foreign films. There's only one rack that has the more familiar new releases, and a sign hangs above it reading Vanilla Releases. Near the entrance sits the counter, giving the clerk a bird's eye view of the entire store. Behind the desk is a door that leads into a smaller room which houses all of the actual copies of videos and DVDs. Towards the back of the store is a short corridor bathed in red light. Above the entrance to it hangs a sign that says in bold red lettering: Den of Sin. A smaller sign beneath it indicates that no one under the age of eighteen is allowed beyond that point.


It's early in the afternoon, here at the Triple C, a perfect time to browse the selection of movies without the crowds and the noise and the empty shelves that usually herald the hours before most people sit down to dinner and a movie with friends and family. The aisles are mostly clear and the selection decent. Just coming out of one of the aisles, Mignonette is moving slowly, a movie in each hand, Bleeders and Killer Klowns from Outer Space. Z-Movie night, perhaps? Each box is shaken, as she seems to be trying to decide between the two, looking back down the aisle to where she pulled them out.

—-

One step at a time leads Chance through Cameron's Cult Classics, eyes scanning here and there or over there, paying attention more so to the movies themselves as he strolls along an isle rather than on anything or anyone else. He levels his weight with his walking cane as his gaze lifts to someone else, an isle over, a woman walking along with two in her hands. At least someone's striking rather lucky when it comes to surreal works of fiction and horror; then again, what are the chances against him finding the same luck? He watches after Mignonette for a lingering moment and then circles back - it's time for focused business rather than idle pleasure - and he taps his cane against the lower end of a rack on his approach. He smiles as he comes to a stop. "If you ask me, ma'am, I'm definitely going to have to vote on the clowns. Bleeders was an excellent film, but there's nothing like a clown to bring out childhood fears."

—-

It's a good thing that the sound of the cane brought Mignonette's attention up from the movies she was debating over, as she was doing a bit of blocking the aisle, and that's never polite. The small woman turns, looking over her shoulder, but there's a slight wince, barely there, really, and rather than look back at him, she turns fully around to face the man. Perhaps it's an unconscious thing, habit more than anything else, but she does give him a once over, noting the cane, and working her way up from there. "I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to get in your way." As to the two movies, she looks back down, and finally gives a nod, a smile following, "I suppose you're right. And there really isn't anything like popcorn guns and silly straws to make them even more frightening." She steps forward, passing, almost, but not fully, as she goes to slide Bleeders back into it's slot on the shelf. "You've seen it before?"

—-

From one hand to two, Chance leans his weight forward and against the cane as he returns the looking. She started it, after all: the initial scoping out. He lifts his off-hand in order to ward off the apology. He wasn't in a dire need of passing her, after all. "There's nothing quite like the classics," agrees Chance in turn, giving a light bob of his head in agreement to popcorn and straws. He makes sure to keep his weight off of his right leg for the time being and he glances to Bleeders. "Are you kidding me?" Boisterously, he tries his hand at grinning through things, energetically continuing, "Of course, twice actually, this place is like Heaven for the Occult." He breaks off in order to lean in closer and angle a nod towards the rear of the store, the Den of Sin, "And sometimes you can get the Hellions stirring, too."

—-

With the movie returned to its proper position, and the one it seems you've picked out for her in hand, Mignonette falls still, as you lean in, but she doesn't step back. There's a calmness in her expression that seems out of keeping with the carefulness of her movements, her tone falling, almost conspiratorially, "I'm not sure alien clowns that suck you out of cocoons strictly counts as the occult." But as your head turns, so does hers, and she looks back towards the red lit sign and the corridor beyond, "Is that where the minions of the devil are hiding now?" There's more than a dose of humour in her tone, "I always imagined it was just the adult video section…though…" her voice trails off and her lips purse, a finger rising to tap thoughtfully at her mouth, "That .does. seem a .bit. out character for a place like this."

—-

Chance evens out on his feet so that he isn't leaning one way or another, though he does pocket his left hand in the process so that the cane is held in just his right hand. He smiles out of pure amusement. After another look, this time over the shoulder, to glance in the Den of Sin's direction he turns his attention back towards Mignonette and offers his right hand. The cane doesn't float there though. It's been switched to his left hand with seamless ease as he aims for the amiable shake of hands. "Edward Chance," he introduces himself just as smoothly, "It's always nice to find someone as interested into Cameron's as I seem to be."

—-

In an easy mirror of your movements to her, Mignonette straightens as you do, though that does little to even out the disparity between you. But the amusement is still evident, as she sees you look back once again, and she offers, light and airy, "I won't judge you if you duck in." As the hand is offered, Mignonette shakes back the sleeve of her sweater, freeing herself, if momentarily, from the fabric, in order to return the handshake. It's firm and professional, rather unlike the handshakes of most women, "Mignonette Savoy. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Chance." She looks off back through the store before returning, "I always enjoy coming here. There's always something here I never expected. But I can't say that I've seen you here before."

—-

"I can't say the Den's my cup of tea," offhandedly admits the man, returning the handshake. It's firm and controlled, yet personably careful and polite, mimicking his tones and expressions. As pleased as he is, he continues with the amiable expression and bows his head to her name, "Likewise, Miss Savoy." The handshake has come to an end and that leaves him to stand against his cane with both hands once again. He reaches aside to claim a movie himself: 'Brains! II' He's in the mood for zombies tonight. "I've only been here for a few weeks, but out of all of Dallas, I have to say this," he holds up the movie with a small chuckle, "Is a rare sight to see. I will say this though. It's a rare sight to see someone of -your- caliber around here. Beauty, that is." He kindly gestures onwards, so they aren't loitering about, and so they can walk to the front.

—-

Mignonette's expression brightens, and that playfulness intensifies, if only briefly, her words bearing it out, "And yet you keep looking back there." Not that she didn't as well, but, she's not about to admit that. Her hand, now free, reclaimed and settles back to her side, the other still holding the movie, though now her arm is crooked, as she's tucked the case under her arm, "You're in a mood tonight. That movie always puts me in the moody for strawberry jam and cottage cheese." She looks up from the case and again, back towards the store, "It is a rare find, in a city that seems to be rushing headlong into the next new thing." The compliment brings a soft shade of blush to her cheeks, and a momentary lowering of her eyes, before she straightens to face you, "Flattery will not get the clowns away from me, Mr. Chance." A nod, as you gesture and she begins to make her way back through the store, moving closer to the counter, "It is such a shame that they don't have a screening room here."

—-

In Chance's defense, he's only looked to the Den of Sin twice now, but he hasn't been counting specifics beyond that. He rolls his tongue against the inside of his mouth as if to debate but there's just a charming little grin to settle on his features as he notes the blushing. He follows along with her, all three of his legs. "If flattery won't, then there's a good beating or two in the name of justice," he pauses in walking long enough for him tuck his chosen movie beneath an arm and to toss up his cane and briefly wield it as if it were a clubbing bat. It's all in the act, more or less. "Would that be in order to screen yours or mine, Miss Savoy?" By the time he asks that particular question, he has returned to his walking stance with the movie in his off-hand.

—-

Mignonette's pace is slow and steady through the aisles, pausing now and then for the errant customer, and whether or not it's for your benefit or hers, well, she doesn't say. A sidelong glance as you raise the cane, and her free hand rises, all movie melodrama as she pantomimes using it to ward you off, it's all very Psycho, without the shower, and the curtain, "Why not both? It's not as if I'd have anywhere to be tonight. And I .have. only seen about an hour of yours. I've never managed to catch the ending." Once she approaches the counter, she pauses and steps back, seeming inclined to allow you to check out first. "You go ahead."

—-

With the movie reenactment completed for five out of five stars, Chance comes to a stand next to Mignonette with a sidelong glance given in her direction. He raises an eyebrow at first and then absolutely melts into a relaxed, confident grin. "I'll have to look into that idea of yours, can't say it's been used around here any time in the past from what I hear," but as he speaks up brightly he has to shake his head and bow himself out of the opportunity to go on ahead. Instead, he offers a hand in the direction of the counter, "Please, ladies first."

—-

"There was a small movie house back home, that had movies in the front, and a screening room in the back, just about a dozen seats, so you had to make reservations, but you were allowed to bring your own food and it was always an indie movie or something foreign. I quite enjoyed going there." Mignonette waits, for Chance to move ahead, but as he doesn't, and she hears him make the offer, she accepts, his smile returned with hers, "Such a gentleman." That said, she steps forward, offering the empty case to the man working behind the counter, and he moves off to get the movie from the back, "You said you've only just arrived in Dallas, would it be rude of me to ask from where?"

—-

Chance whistles lightly at the idea of watching movies with screening, but he's never had such a luxury so is left with listening to the woman and nodding in reply. He could implore her checking out, in a gentlemanly fashion, but with just a smile to lighten his mood he shifts his weight back against his cane and watches after her. "I don't see why not," comments the man in return. "City of Sin, if you believe the rumors. Las Vegas, if you decide to enjoy the truth. Either chance you take, you'll end up in the right place. I'm in the mood for real estate though, find a nice place to stay, and see where my luck takes me with new business. Yourself?"

—-

"Thank you very much," Mignonette offers to the clerk, as he brings back her movie case, now complete with movie, and she goes through the process of paying, using cash, rather than credit. That done, she steps back, sliding the change back into a pocket, rather than into her purse, a rather sassy brigh orange number that's just the same colour as the flowers on her sweater, "I thought that was New Orleans." A quirk of a smile, "I've actually never been to Las Vegas, though I did drive through Reno once. I've heard that it's quite the experience. You're lucky that you came to Dallas, there are a variety of wonderful areas you could settle into, though perhaps the timing is not ideal." A beat, before she continues, "I recently opened a branch office for my family's law practice here."

—-

Chance catches the sight of where the excess change goes but he lifts his chin just as she turns about and focuses on her face. He picks up on the small details but better yet he begins to step forward in order to pay for his own bit of cult classic. "New Orleans, Las Vegas, Los Angeles, New York City," he briefly pauses, "San Francisco, San Antonio, and Omaha, to name a few." He inclines his head with a short bow and with amusement continues along. "I'll counter with my lack of visiting New Orleans myself, as sad as that is but a family law practice? I'm guessing Savoy and Savoy?"

—-

The small woman seems content to wait for you to pay for your movie, though she has no real obligation to do so beyond using the time to extend the conversation. "Omaha…Nebraska. Not really the first place I think of when I think of dens of iniquity. New York, I can vouch for, and Los Angeles, I'm sure. But Omaha?" Her smile lingers, and the personable demeanour, until you mention her family's practice, and then there's just the slightest shift, business replacing ease, "You've heard of our firm?"

—-

"I guess the easiest place to hide something is out in the open, or the last place to check. Omaha is definitely my last place to check, Miss Savoy," Chance refrains from commenting further so that he can pull up a leather wallet from the back pocket of his dark jeans and offer up payment. Aside from a bum leg, he's pretty quick and smooth about things. He tips his chin to the cashier and speaks briefly of thanks before turning his attention to Mignonette. With cane in tow, he begins to step in her direction. "From the South, Savoy, I'm guessing Baton Rouge. Anyway, yes, I dare ask who hasn't when it comes to law practices."

—-

"That is usually a tack that seems to be effective, hiding in plain sight. Especially when your costume is effective enough that you can't tell the wolf from the sheep." Mignonette remains where she is, still, holding herself a bit stiffly, but her attention shifts, from the wallet, to the transaction and back again to the man, even as he starts in her direction, "We are based out of Baton Rouge, but we also have a branch office in New Orleans, Dallas is only our latest holding. I will take it as a compliment that you've heard of our firm even as far afield as Las Vegas."

—-

"A wolf in sheep's clothing, such a classic little con," he's almost nostalgic about it. Chance eases off a bit from the front counter with his weight coming down to bear against his cane, leaning against it as the conversation continues. He debates a moment and then slowly nods toward Mignonette. "I make it my business to learn of things, both good and bad. I'll be sure not to meddle with the holdings of your firm, but, if you'll excuse me," he leans to the side and shifts his weight to turn towards the clerk once more. He smiles. "Excuse me; you wouldn't happen to have two copies of Killer Clowns from Outer Space? The 'clown' part has a 'K' in it."

—-

The man behind the counter looks a little ticked off. Though he's not a man of many words. He's been mostly silent the whole time that the two lone patrons have been in the store. The tall, black-clad (and not entirely un-handsome) man nods to Chance, pointing off towards a corner. "'80s horror." He lets out something of a displeased sigh when his employee wanders in, bearing donuts. "I'm sorry, Cameron!" Bailey says, flushing crimson as she realizes that they have customers. She sets the donuts on the counter and begins to speak to her boss in a low voice. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The alarm didn't go off, I swear." The man counters with, "And all the times I tried calling?" Bailey clears her throat a bit. "Sorry… I… it was off the hook."

Cameron seems rather unaffected by Bailey's pleas, instead moving to the office. She'll be dealt with later.

—-

"The classics usually work so well." Mignonette steps to the side, to make room for Chance, the copy of the movie she has kept neatly under her arm, a package she doesn't look all that interested in giving over. But there's no displeasure in her demeanour, in her expression, just caution, and the care with which she carries herself, "I don't imagine you could really meddle with the firm. Unless you're a lawyer and you failed to mention that." She leaves the question, or the suggestion of a question open-ended. A nod, as the man returns to the clerk, and she takes the time to slide the movie into her purse, out of the reach of potentially grasping hands. But any potential theft is saved by the appearance of the woman and her donuts, "Looks like we must have missed a copy," she offers, trying to smooth over the potentially ugly scene between owner and employee.

—-

"A very well-off and accomplished businessman, actually, thank you," Chance adds that thanks to Cameron as an aside of things, with the rest of his words focused towards Mignonette. He quiets down for a lingering moment in gauging the situation of owner and employee. His eyes shift from one person to the next and then he steps back from the counter. He clears his throat. "If it's of any consolation, those doughnuts smell great. Though… if anyone has any movie recommendations… I'm listening."

—-

«…god, so stupid… he's going to fire me, I just know it, but he's had a while to do that… why are you so stupid, Bailey?» The poor girl behind the counter looks briefly near tears before she pulls it together and turns to face the two customers at the front desk. "Oh, if you want one, you can have one." Her voice is a little huskier than normal — that sort of tone someone gets right before they cry. "It all depends what you like really. As far as the movie recommendations go. You don't strike me as the type to want to read subtitles… err, not that you're dumb… err." Bailey coughs a bit, those tears threatening to well up again. "We have a lot of old, good kung fu movies. In the kung fu section. They're dubbed, so you get the added pleasure of the actors looking very silly." Bailey smiles at Mignonette, though at this rate, the poor girl looks as though she'd just as soon evaporate.

—-

"A potential client then." Mignonette's tone is cool, all business, but she hasn't quite lost all of the ease with which she walked into the store. and with the older man now in the back, she offers a smile to the clerk taking over, "Night of the Lepus." Seems the woman is still on a horror kick tonight, such as one can be, when you're holding Killer Klowns from Outer Space. "Though that doesn't sound like a bad idea at all, a change to the routine. Turn the subtitles off and you can make up your own dialogue." The smile to Bailey is returned, her expression softening, as she sees the state the girl is in, and seeming to want to ease her upset, if that were a possibility.

—-

Chance slowly glances down to the clothing currently worn over his frame and then he looks about for a mirrored surface in order to check his face. He damn well better not look dumb. He tucks the current movie underneath his left arm and rubs his jaw somewhat in thought. "I don't think I look dumb, so I'm going to chance that you aren't stupid," counters the smart man with the bum leg and he waves the end of his cane a bit before turning around to head towards the kung-fu section for -more- movies. "Horror and martial arts, and doughnuts, this is going to be a fine day… oh, and I hope to never be a client of yours, Miss Savoy! That would mean being arrested, I take it."

—-

"Sorry, did he already ring you up?" Bailey asks, obviously completely frazzled since she's late and positive that she's going to be fired/chewed out thoroughly by her boss. "Should I be helping you find anything? We have Night of the Lepus… really, if it was made more than five years ago, we have it." Bailey lets out a quiet chortle at that. When Chance insinuates she's not stupid in his own special manner, she turns a bright red and averts her eyes from either of the customers, instead directing them to the computer terminal at the desk. It seems the safest place to look. Perhaps the monitor will absorb her shame and social ineptitude.

—-

"My firm handles a variety of cases, Mr. Chance. From defense, to litigation to real estate and business acquisitions. You don't last as long as we have without being able and willing to diversify into many different areas of the law." There is a hint of something, pride perhaps, as Mignonette speaks about her family's firm, which only seems natural. As she sees the man move off to pick out a few more movies, her head turns, and she looks back towards the door, likely gauging if she should be taking her leave, right about now. When Bailey addresses her, however, she returns her attention to the clerk, her tone milder than the one she offers the man now moving into the stacks, "Yes, I've already gotten the movie I came for. I can show you the receipt, if you need." She seems to either have chosen to ignore the encounter with the management or decided not to make any mention of it, probably the latter, rather than the former.

—-

Chance returns to the counter in due time, having picked up the Drunken Master and that Lupus Lemur talk they had recommended. He glances down at it to double-check the title: Night of the Lepus. At that, he picks up his three-legged pace up until returning to the scene with a short nod. "These two, please," he sets them forward while turning to Mignonette. The self-proclaimed businessman leans against the cane again. "Miss Savoy, if you have a card, just in case, I'd be horribly grateful."

—-

Bailey flushes again and shakes her head. "No, no need to show me the receipt." Bailey will just sneakily double check when everyone leaves. She watches the two for a moment before taking Chance's videos and scanning them through the system. She clicks through the appropriate pop-ups and eventually gives Chance a print out sheet for him to fill out. For their records, since most people don't actually want to become a member here due to how obscure it all is. "It'll be seven dollars even, unless you wanted to sign up for a membership. It'll save you an entire dollar."

—-

"As you like, Bailey." And then, for a few minutes, she's quiet, allowing the girl to get caught up on her work and, hopefully, get herself a bit more together. Crying at work is -so- not a good thing. A shift in her focus, as the man makes his way back to the counter. And if she had planed to say anything, it turns into, "Of course, Mr. Chance." The last vestiges of ease are finally extinguished, as she's asked for her card. But it's a smile she offers, personable and professional as ever, and she takes a moment to reach into her purse, pulling out a small folio used just for this sort of eventuality. The card is set down on the counter, while Chance is still being checked out, before she steps back, "It .was. a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Chance, do enjoy your evening." And to Bailey, "Thank you for all of your help. It's always such a treat to come in here, you never know what you might find."

—-

Chance lifts his brows curiously to the professionalism shown on Mignonette's part and he quietly laughs while extending a hand in order to nab the card. "I'd have to say the same of you, Miss Savoy, as professional as ever," offers the man in reply before directing his attention to Bailey and the movies, though he does give the doughnuts a passing glance. "I'll take my chances with the membership, please." He sets his cane aside in order to stand more upright, weight off of his right leg and a hand used to idly secure himself down against the counter. A pen slipped out of his pocket is used to fill out the information.

—-

Bailey has successfully snared someone into a membership. This MAY just make up for her having been tardy without a really good excuse. Like one of her limbs being amputated, for instance. For such a small chain, they seem to have their stuff together. Bailey pulls out a fresh red plastic card (similiar to that of an ATM or credit card) out from under the desk and types Chance's name into the computer. After filling out his information, she scans the card and then offers it to Chance. "After ten rentals, you get a free one. Yours are due back in three days." Bailey nods to Mignonette afterwards, smiling at her kindly. "Yours is due back in two. And I'm glad that you like it here. We could use more faithful customers. Enjoy the movies."

—-

"I'll be sure to get it back on time, Bailey." She does hate to be tardy with things like this. As for the man at the counter, there's a tip of her head, not a nod, but not quite a bow, "As ever, Mr. Chance." And with the meeting, such as it was, thus concluded, Mignonette turns away from the counter, and the paperwork being taken care of there and starts on her way to the door, a hand shifting the purse straps further up on her shoulder, before she uses her off hand to pull the door partially open, and then her dominant hand to finish the job. She steps through quickly, so as to avoid the door hitting her on the back. And for a moment, she's still, looking out into the street, before she turns to make her way down along the sidewalk and back to her car.

—-

"Fancy little card you've got there," jests the man as he takes the offered card. He pockets it for now. Chance glances over towards Mignonette as she departs from the area and his gaze travels after her wake, taking in the movements and then returning to the paperwork splayed out before him with seamless ease. "So, I can rent seven more movies and nab another for free? Eleven movies in three days," he works over the odds while sliding over the finished papers, his handwriting neat and painstakingly perfect over years of practice.

—-

Bailey does a double take when Chance asks her about renting more movies. Eleven movies in three days is pretty damned steep for most people — save for nerds like Bailey herself who have little else to do with their free time. "Yeah. Cameron insists that they're the wave of the future. But who knows, right?" Bailey finishes plugging in Chance's information, saving it to the computer. "Yes, you can rent seven more and get the eleventh for free. If you don't mind me saying, I don't know if you're going to be able to pull that off. You actually look like you have a life and everything." The brunette reaches up to run her fingers through her hair idly as she looks across the store. Then she realizes that was probably NOT good customer service… "I'm batting a thousand today, huh? If you're interested in that deal, take it though. After your twenty-fifth rental, we give a preferred customer discount. Fifty cents off of your purchase and a free bag of popcorn."

—-

Chance looks up towards Bailey and then shifts his weight so that his side is against the counter and he's looking around the store as if contemplating a great deal. He is. Yet, it comes out in just a handful of words: "A life of brilliance, maybe. I don't think it's all that fun though. At least, not sometimes, I'll trade you." He's only teasing, however. The clerk was almost crying, after all, and joking brings up smiles. "I think I'll be taking the doughnut this time around, Miss… Clerk." He hadn't caught her name, verbally from her, at least; which, in the end, leads to him lingering about with his movies for a moment.

—-

"Bailey. Nice to meet you, Mister Chance." The poor clerk isn't quite sure what to make of the cane-using man, so a nervous smile is what crops up on her face. "Powdered sugar. Glazed to the side. That card is yours to keep, just be sure that you bring it in every time, or else the rental won't count towards your free one." Bailey leans in conspiratorily, "That's only when Cameron is working, but don't tell him I said so." She does smile then, a more genuine one that isn't quite so distraught.

—-

Chance turns from the counter to his cane and leans against it, raising an eyebrow just briefly to the conspiracy against Cameron. "I'll make a promise right here and now then, Bailey." He looks around for the owner and then turns back to the clerk, "That I won't be telling him you said it." He's still allowed to tell Cameron if need be, not that he believes things will work in that direction. The man reaches for the movies and taps a finger against the bindings of the cases. He smiles, charmingly so. "I think I'll actually have to pass on the doughnuts though. As good as they smell. You know."

—-

She can't help but laugh at the seriousness that Chance uses while saying that he won't rat her out. "Thanks, I appreciate that. I'm already skating on thin ice, if you couldn't tell. Did you want a bag for those?" Bailey asks, regreting that she didn't ask Mignonette the same question. But really, who needs a bag to carry a singular film out? "If you're trying to watch your girlish figure, I'd say that you've lost out on that." Pause. "Because you're not girlish, not because you're fat or something. Hey, listen. Enjoy your movies. I'm gonna go and, ah, yeah. I should talk to him before he starts making out my last paycheck."

—-

"Luckily, I have two hands, but sure, why not," at the opportunity to have his things bagged and make his life oh so much easier, Chance takes a step back and returns to the counter in order to plop them down. He also glances down again, now to check if he has a girlish figure. He lifts his left leg and then right before shifting to the sides and lifting his shoulders. The man ends up leaning against the counter and looking directly towards Bailey. "See, I seriously doubt you're stupid now." He drops his volume, just to be conspiratorial in return, "I'd chance it at being embarrassed, and… I'll give you thirty for the doughnuts, should help with the paycheck and my not-girlish figure."

—-

"Just take a donut. Or all of them. It doesn't matter. Don't pay for them. We're not a bakery. If we were, I'd probably suck JUST as much at that. If not more." Bailey takes out one of the red plastic bags and sacks up his movies with the slightest of laughs. "Glad to see I passed your IQ test, Mister Chance. Well… if that's all you need, I'll be resigned to my fate now. Thanks for stopping in. Hope to see you a little more often now that you have the membership card and all. It would be a shame if you didn't use it." For a variety of reasons, really.

—-

Chance stiffens up a bit at the thought of doughnuts horribly ruined by Bailey's lack of donut-making skill, but he nods at that with a brief laugh. He still ends up bringing out two bills and setting them on the counter while accepting the bag. Forty bucks, two twenties, and he's limping away with his cane and newfound bag before sweeping up the box as well. She did say he could take all of them, after all. He gives a pause and turns in order to set it back down before waving his cane and making to leave. "You have a nice day and all that, I'll bring by a different test in two days."

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