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Pippi, Old Man, and Mr. Neilson made their way lazily through town and clopped to a stop in front of the Emporium. Seeing it open, she jumped off, put the monkey on the horses back, and shook her finger at him.

The horse continued on its way around the building to find a shady place to stand as Pippi entered the shop.

"Hi there! Do you have stuff for making pizza?"

Looking like death warmed over ~~that's lower-case death-warmed-over, not, for instance, DEATH sunbathing~~, Michael pointed to aisle 3. "We've got prepackaged crust mix, cans or jars of sauce on aisle 3, and then cheese and those types of toppings will be in the refrigerated case against the left-hand wall. If you're looking to really make it from scratch, flour and those ingredients will be on aisle 2, and there's fresh tomatoes in the vegetable section on the far left -- technically aisle 1, although it doesn't have a sign yet." Considering the recent re-arranging and himself not being in tip-top shape, Michael was surprised he could even remember all that.

Pippi considers her options. "Normally, I'm a 'from scratch' kinda girl... But I don't know about these dorm kitchens, so I think I'll go with the crust mix."

She skuttles about the store grabbing stuff she needs for the dough mix and to make sauce from scratch, as well as toppings, some round baking sheets and a few other cooking sundries. While in the produce section, she also grabs a large orange.

She comes back up to the front with her haul. "Do you have pickled pig's feet?" she asks, "... Or possibly chocolate cover doxies? Not that I want to eat them together... Though I guess that could be interesting."

Michael's stomach turned a little at the idea of chocolate-covered anything and pickled pig's feet eaten together. "You will be happy to know we carry both. Pig's feet should be by the condiments and ordinary pickles and stuff, aisle..." There went the memory. "Five, I think. Doxies would be with the cookies, crackers and candy, aisle, um, 8." If he was wrong, she'd find them anyway, right?

"Thanks! I just wanted to know about the pig's feet incase my Papa came to visit." She turned around and carefully counted out the isles starting with produce... "1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8!"

Pippi spent some time in there, and returned only with a bag of caramel candies.

"I'm afraid you don't have them chocolate covered or otherwise. Don't worry, I'll get them eventually."

She smiled and placed a large gold coin on the counter.

"Will this be enough?"

[[ooc: let's try that again]]

Large gold coin (http://www.flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=83966515&size=s)

Michael had been sure he carried the doxies. Then again, he was in no shape to remember. He made a note to place an order.

Michael picked up the coin and examined it. If it was anything like the coins that invisible guy had given him, it would cover the bill and then some. "I'm sure it will be enough, but as I don't know it's exact value, I can't make change for it. Once I find out its value, I can subtract off what you've bought and have the rest available to you as store credit next time you're in, if that's okay with you."

"Sure! That'd be great! My name is Pippi Longstocking. I'm new at the school, and this..." she holds out the large orange, "Is for you, you look like you need it!"

Michael smiled. "Thank you. That's very kind." He took the orange and made a note of her name so he could give the proper credit. He made sure he hadn't missed anything in the bagging process and that all of the bags of items were in her reach. "Have a good day, Pippi. And good luck with the pizza making."

"You too, feel better!"

She waved as she left. Once outside she gave a tremendous whistle that rattled the windows. The horse came back round the building. She fixed the bags of her purchases around the horses neck and rode off quickly back in the direction of the school. (Gotta get this milk into the mini fridge!)

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Michael raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Two aisles to your right."

Walter wandered in and waved at the man sitting behind the counter before beginning a methodical inspection of the entire store.

"Do you know where I can find wire cutters? I think I lost mine in the move."

"All the hardware is along the back wall. We should have several kinds of wire cutters back there." Anymore, Michael knows better than to ask what he's going to use them for.

Walter wandered the back wall until he found a small pair that looked as though they could stand up to the sort of work he needed to do now and then. He dropped them in his basket before also grabbing some potatoes, butter, cream, ground beef, two tomatoes, some mushrooms, corn starch, parsley, frozen peas, a large casserole dish, and a potato masher.

He was nearly to the register when he made an irritated noise and turned back to grab a bottle of Worcestershire sauce and a shaker that dispensed both salt and pepper depending on how you held it.

"Right. That should take care of Sunday dinner for half my floor."

"Looks like you know what you're doing. You like to cook?" Michael asked as he tallied up the items. Hopefully his husband was busy upstairs cooking something bland-but-hearty for him to attempt to eat. "That's $42.68."

Walter fished in his pocket and counted through the unfamiliar bills. American money was godawful ugly, and it took him a moment to find the right ones.

He handed the proprietor two twenties and a ten and began bagging his items before the man could finish with his change. "I like to keep busy. I thought it would be a good way to get to know some of the people I live with.

"My name is Walter. I guess you'll see a lot of me."

Michael returned the change and helped finish bagging. "Nice to meet you, Walter. I'm Michael. And you're welcome to become a regular. If there's anything you don't see on the shelves and would like, just let me know and I'll start ordering it. If you're a decent cook, you'll make a lot of friends that way. I hear the cafeteria food is a little...unusual."

"A pleasure to meet you, Michael. I'll let you know if there's anything I need and can't find."

Walter stuffed his change in his pocket and nodded at the comment about the cafeteria food. "I've avoided it so far. I've heard some strange things. Maybe I'll try it for dinner tomorrow night. Just to kick off the school year with a bang."

Grabbing the bags and heading for the door, Walter turned and hefted one in a sort of wave. Following Pippi's lead, he smiled and said, "I hope you feel better soon," before pushing the door open and heading back to the school.

The Emporium is open -- Sunday

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