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[wolfchild]

[ she begins without preamble, speaking clearly and surely. ]

I have things to trade in the cafeteria. There's hams and cheeses, doughnuts, and juices. Socks too, and wet wipes, toys and jewelry. I've got books too for those who want them and markers in lots of colors. There's a lot more too. I'll be here all day or until it's all gone.

[ she took over a section of the cafeteria for her use. her direwolf lies beside her, guarding both her and the cart.

her wheeled cart ( commandeered from the clinic ) is full of items: the top has a tray of finger food from the promised cold hams and cheeses to oysters and shrimp packed in ice with sauces alongside, even cooked mini pizzas. below are assorted vending machine goods in their wrappers, sacks of ground coffee and hot chocolate, and a dozen fresh doughnuts. she has a pitcher of lemonade and a half-gallon of fruit punch.

in the drawers are assorted items such as wipes, hand sanitizers, socks and scarves, toys including a stuffed bear that moves and talks when you press its stomach, a few books and papers and markers.

hidden inside a bag at the girl's feet are a few cartons of cigarettes and small bottles of whiskey and wine for those who can pay a little extra. ]

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[debtor]

[DOES SO.

He arrives at the cafeteria shortly, Tim on his shoulder and the requested items in his hands.]

You've been busy, eh?

[wolfchild]

Only a little. [ she grabs one of the shrimp and waves it in the air for tim. tim eats free when he likes. ]

[debtor]

[Trying very hard not to feel jealous of his golem.......

Tim, of course, eats it.]

How many doughnuts would the gloves get me?

[They look so good oh my god.]

[wolfchild]

[ she laughs at tim. hugging him to her, she feeds him again and drops a kiss between his wings. ]

Don't forget to say hello to Nymeria.

[ she raises her head at the question, her thumb still absently stroking tim. she bites her lip as she considers her answer. ]

One.

[ do you dare haggle, allen. ]

[debtor]

[Tim can say hello after pets.]

One?! These are high quality winter gloves, they're worth way more than this box of doughnuts!

A dozen doughnuts for the pair, that's an amazing deal.

[wolfchild]

[ without missing a beat: ] One and a half.

[ bring it. ]

[debtor]

[IT'S BROUGHT]

Are you mad! That'd barely get you half a finger of one of these gloves.

I'll go as low as eleven.

[wolfchild]

But I need more than that. [ her eyes grow big and round. ] I cannot give you all of them. We need to eat and stay warm too.

[ double the puppy dog eyes. may be ineffective considering one's aggressive nature and the other is a direwolf but still. ]

[debtor]

[nnNNO... don't fall for it, Allen!! DON'T FALL FOR IT.]

You shouldn't display wares you don't intend to sell!

[ ugh ] I'll take ten.

That leaves you two. You'd make yourself sick if you ate more than that, after all.

[wolfchild]

Six and I'll give you two of the little pizzas.

[ cheese, allen. delicious, melted cheese. ]

[debtor]

[He takes a moment to seriously consider this proposal. Pizzas are excellent, too, he hasn't had those in ages.

DAMMIT HE'S SO HUNGRY.]

...Six doughnuts, two pizzas and a bag of crisps. [ gesturing to one of the vending machine goods. ]

[wolfchild]

[ she holds out her hand. ]

Gloves, please.

[debtor]

[Drops the gloves in her hand! They are... fairly nice gloves, unused. Warm, probably.]

Here.

[He'll just take his food, then.]

[wolfchild]

[ she looks them over critically. they seem to pass because she doesn't throw them at him. ]

How many cigarettes you got?

[debtor]

Thank you. [Putting his things aside, he looks into the cigarette pack.]

Eight.

[He should have kept the whole packet, but Tim likes tobacco, how was he supposed to say no...]

[wolfchild]

I could fill that box for you.

[debtor]

In exchange for-? Things like this are a rare commodity here, aren't they?

[wolfchild]

Yes. So I'd need something equal to them.

[debtor]

Actually, I don't really need them. [ Tim can just go eat Cross's ] But I'm sure you could find someone who does.

[ makes a show of considering this, ] Two packs of hot chocolate for the lot of them.

[wolfchild]

One and two cups of whatever you want to drink.

[debtor]

Deal.

[Sets the cigarettes on the table. Have fun with those, kid!]

[wolfchild]

[ she shoves them into her bag. ]

Only one. I have them counted.

[debtor]

Of course! What sort of man do you take me for? [ a CHEATER? ]

[He takes one (1)!]

[wolfchild]

I don't take you for a man.

[debtor]

What!

[HE

HE'S A MAN]