[She looks like she's about to keel over from a heart attack when he starts putting in the order anyhow. She splutters and stammers a protest--didn't he hear her, she forgot her wallet!--before her protests stop dead at the 'price.'
She makes an oh-so-intelligent 'bwuh?' noise and stares at him.] Anything? [Thankfully she doesn't take it in some perverse manner, but she has to stop and think of what she has that she can hand over.
She has a feeling that's definitely not what popped up on his register either, and though a part of her bristles at the idea of charity, she reasons with herself that it's not really if she's trading something for it.]
Um. [She reaches up and removes her hat, smoothing out her hair with her free hand as she holds it out.] Will this do? [She loves her hat but she loves food more. And she can always get another.]
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She makes an oh-so-intelligent 'bwuh?' noise and stares at him.] Anything? [Thankfully she doesn't take it in some perverse manner, but she has to stop and think of what she has that she can hand over.
She has a feeling that's definitely not what popped up on his register either, and though a part of her bristles at the idea of charity, she reasons with herself that it's not really if she's trading something for it.]
Um. [She reaches up and removes her hat, smoothing out her hair with her free hand as she holds it out.] Will this do? [She loves her hat but she loves food more. And she can always get another.]