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All and Sundries 1/31
Edmund is not behind the counter. He is upstairs with a cold washcloth over his eyes.
Baldrick, however, is available to ring up your items and help you find things in the midst of his so-called organizational system.
[ooc:Blackadder-mun is sick. I'll probably be back for interaction later because I want to distract myself from my misery, but please, feel free to just mod Baldrick to over- and/or undercharge you as much as you want. I am now in. Up to you as to whether you wish to interact with the stinky guy or ask for the testy guy.]
Baldrick, however, is available to ring up your items and help you find things in the midst of his so-called organizational system.
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"Is there anything in particular you'd want?"
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"I need to talk to Parker. Then I'll know for sure," she says. "Long story, sorry. Someone else asked me and I'm not sure whetehr it's a good idea."
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"Or .... maybe you and Parker could eat in the cafeteria tomorrow?"
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"Excellent, good thinking."
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"Hopefully we won't need any of these..."
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It's really too bad she didn't notice the hemorrhoid cream.
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"I agree," John says, nodding. "And it might be funny to see Angel walking around with a Scooby Doo bandaid. Not that I want him to get hurt. It'd just be funny."
"Midol?" John frowns and then holds it up towards Rory and, of course, he hasn't read the label. "Good painkiller?"
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She consulted her list. "Rubbing alcohol, cotton balls," she said, pulling them off the shelves. "Um. Can you think of anything else?"
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"Food next?"
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No, she doesn't know what she needs glitter for.
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She might have been devoting a bit too much thought to this.
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She picked up the balloons. "These could be filled with, um, special water. If they wanted to try to maneuver them."
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He frowned. "Probably. Since I've never actually seen him around any other frogs, and I'm only about 90% sure he's actually a him. Still."
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She frowned. "Where do we get special water, anyway?"
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"It's the special water that's important. I've got some back in my room, but..." He thought for a second. "Oh, I know where we can get more. The, ah, little place down the street with all the candles. The manager's long gone, and I'm pretty sure the owner would be happy to donate all the water we can take, considering it's for education."
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He headed for the kitchenware aisle.
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