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All and Sundries, 4/29

Edmund is in, still reading travel brochures and giving thanks that he never did anything foolish like have children.

All and Sundries is open and Edmund is eminently tormentable.

[ooc: ~~It's nigh on 7am (sort of) and I've had less than two hours of sleep. I'm off to grab a couple more and then will be back for Edmund to be rude to small children.~~ Aaaand, I think I'm back.]

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Angela made her way to the store -- the sandals were starting to hurt her feet -- and walked with purpose through the shelves of groceries. She stopped, first to get crayons and a coloring book because all of the books she had were boring. Most of them didn't even have pictures!

She selected two big boxes of chocolate cupcake mix, extra chocolate chips, a tub of icing with sprinkles in it and another bag of sprinkles. And then she went for icing with sprinkles in it and realized it was above her head.

This was an unforseen obstacle, and she retrurned to the counter to deal with it.

"Excuse me, Mr. Grocery Store Person?"

Pippi flounces into the store. It's Saturday! Time for shoppies!

Edmund looked around for the little girl's parents and saw none.

"What? Who let you out of your crib?"

Those pigtails. That flounce.

Surely not...

"Hi Mr. Blackadder!" Pippi said much louder then was actually needed because he was right there.

"Do you have any pajamas!?"

Edmund pulled a face. That answered that.

"Yes, wee Miss Longstocking, they're in the back."

"Huzzah!" she flounced off in the direction he pointed.

"Lizzie! Wheeeereee are you?!"

Lizzy came out from behind the counter and barked at the nice girl. She had no idea why the nice girl was smaller today, but she was obviously still the nice robot-dog-naming-ribbon-giving-sweet-talking girl as always.

Angela pouted. "I'm not a baby. I don't need a cwib."

Edmund raised an eyebrow. "A speech therapist, then?" He looked around and scowled at the absence of responsible adults. "Where are your parents?"

Angela made an extra effort to say her r's. "They live in Three Rivers? It's a big white house with a porch and we have a kitty."

"Hi Lizzie! You're extra shiny today!" said Pippi kneeling down to fluff Lizzy's bow.

"Come on! I need help picking out some new PJs!"

"Then what are you doing here?" Was she really so obnoxious that her parents had dumped her in another town?

Lizzy barked again and lit up her tail at the nice girl.

Edmund went to look for the aspirin.

Pippi made clappy clappy with her hands at Lizzy.

"Your tail lights up! Who's a clever robot-dog that totally does not suck? YOU!"

"I go to school here. My mommy says I'm big enough." Her eyes were getting very big. Mr. Grocery Store Person didn't seem very nice...

Edmund's eyebrow was working to break height records. "I was unaware that there was a Fandom Daycare in addition to the high school."

Lizzy didn't suck. It wasn't part of her retrofit.

She did, however, bark and hold out a paw to shake.

"You're so smart Lizzy!" said Pippi shaking her paw and (gently) knocking her on the head in leu of petting her.

That confused Angela. "I go to school," she repeated, stubbornly.

"C'n you help me get something off a high shelf?"

"Can you pay for it?" What did the wee girl think he was doing? Running a charity?

Lizzy stood up on her hind legs and turned around before stopping to look up at Pippi expectantly, her lit-up tail wagging slowly and blinking on and off.

Pippi is delighted.

"You learned a new trick!!! Where did you learn that? Did you figure it out all by yourself?"

Angela nodded and reached into her pocket, retrieving the two twenties and ten she had gotten from Angel on Thursday. She couldn't exactly count money yet, but she knew the paper kind was a lot. "I have this much money," she said. "Will this pay for cupcake mix and icing and crayons and maybe a coloring book too?"

Alas, Pippi would never know, as Lizzy can't answer her. But Lizzy can and will follow her to the clothing section when she's ready to go.

Pippi knocks Lizzy on the head again and flounces off to the clothing section to find her some jammy jams.

"Yes. That will do." Edmund debated charging her fifty dollars for the cupcake mix and icing and crayons and coloring book.

He decided not to give her quite that much of a markup. Someone might come take it out of his skin.

"What did you need off of a tall shelf?" Just because he wasn't going to take all of her money didn't mean he was nice. "Baldrick will help you."

He yelled for the man, who appeared to help Angela with her shopping. He, and his odor.

"Icing in a tub? The pretty kind with sprinkles already in it," Angela said.

She sniffed Baldrick. "My mommy makes me take a bath ev'ry day," she informed him.

"My mum always said that a bath was a surefire way to invite the plague." Baldrick looked very proud of himself. "So I never bathe and I have never had the plague."

Lizzy follows after the nice girl, wagging happily.

"What's the plague?" Angela asked, waiting for the man to recover her icing. "Oooh, oh, d'you have icing that's pink? Or purple?"

Baldrick looked around and retrieved a tub of pink icing. "It's when you get very, very sick and die."

Angela stuck two fingers in her mouth for comfort. "That's bad," she said, talking around them. "Does it happen a whole lot?"

Pippi finds a little set of Bitterwoman pajamas or maybe they're underoos... Either way, Pippi wants them.

"Lots, but not if you don't take a bath. There's never been a Baldrick died of plague." Dysentery was another matter.

Lizzy approves of anything the nice girl wants.

Angela nodded solemnly. "I'm never taking a bath ever ever again," she said. "Ever."

She pointed to the icing. "Okay, I can pay for everything now, okay?"

"Smart girl." Baldrick took her selections to help the nice little miss get them to the counter for Mr. Blackadder to ring up.

Angela's eyes were just over the edge of the counter as she waited to be checked out. "Thank yoooou, Mr. Grocery Store People," she chirped.

Pippi flounces back to the counter with the PJ's.

"These!"

"Yes, Miss Longstocking. I'll just take that out of your store credit, alright?" Unless she wished to pay in gold, which was never unwelcome.

"Kay!" she said flouncing out. "Thank you! See ya Mr. Blackadder! See ya Lizzy!"

It's very strange that wee!Pippi was able to get in and out of the store without any collateral damage.

*SLAM*

The door was slammed with such force a pyramid of oranges crumbled under the force of the resulting vibrations.

*bounce bounce bounce squish*

There, that's more like it.

Edmund rang up her purchases. "Now you give me the money and I give you some other money back," he explained very slowly.

Angela rolled her eyes and handed all of her money over. "I do this all the time," she said.

Edmund rolled his eyes back at her and handed back most of her money and proper change. Stealing from a wee'un just wasn't as much fun.

He was obviously slipping. "Now, good day."

"Bye-bye," Angela said, and lugged her purchases out of the store.

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