[It's sort of funny to see her panic. A bit of a smirk creeps onto his lips without really thinking about it. Even though he is just honestly trying to help. He's trying to but he wouldn't be surprised for anyone to take it the wrong way and assume something strange was happening.]
[She catches on, though.]
Let's find out. [He takes the hat, pops open the cash drawer and... alright. There's no headache. There's no sick feeling in his stomach. As of right now, it seemed fine. Well, next step is to hand over that dog.]
Looks like that's a fair enough price so far. [What is he going to do with a hat? Who knows. Maybe he can trade it to whoever's trapped at the Jamba Juice or something.]
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[She catches on, though.]
Let's find out. [He takes the hat, pops open the cash drawer and... alright. There's no headache. There's no sick feeling in his stomach. As of right now, it seemed fine. Well, next step is to hand over that dog.]
Looks like that's a fair enough price so far. [What is he going to do with a hat? Who knows. Maybe he can trade it to whoever's trapped at the Jamba Juice or something.]