She squinted at him, a frown crossing her face. "If you're going to do that, then I'm going to buy all this stuff," she said, gesturing to the groceries.
She brightened, reaching up on her toes to ruffle his hair before she squinted. "We gotta cut your hair," she mused.
"I could do it," she proposed, tilting her head. "I have scissors in my survival pack. I cut Finneas' hair." She paused before laughing a little. "I have references."
Her whole face brightened and she fell back off her toes, looking up at him in excitement. "Wait, really?"
He sighed slowly, and thet made it to the counter where a middle aged man smoking a type of cigarette was. "Yes. Fine."
She seemed elated, setting the basket on the counter. "Hello," she greeted the man, hopping a little from foot to foot.
The man looked up, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing it to the side. He began ringing up the items. He raised an eyebrow at them. "You use kroele?"
He nodded, and the price flipped up in the old register. "Good. We don't accept other currency here."
He looked down at her with a small nod. The man raised an eyebrow curiously. "Right. Is that everything?"
"Yes, please," she said earnestly, looking back up at him. She patted the yellow coat. "Isn't this color wild?"
She reached into her coinpurse and paid the man. "How's your day going?" she asked, tilting her head.
