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All and Sundries, 7/7

Edmund opened the shop, still working on his "rollercoaster of a novel."

Gertrudes had just declared her undying love for Edmund - as had her gorgeous twin sister, her best friend, and the three nubile young nuns from the convent down the lane.

Life was hard for a butler of Edmund's stature, but he faced it with panache and a well-filled codpiece.

All and Sundries is open. Edmund is not actually wearing a codpiece.

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Cally wandered into All and Sundries, definitely mentally occupied. She began looking around, not so much at the merchandise, but looking to see if Nadia was here already.

Nadia came in a bit after Cally, actually, since she'd had to rescue her tea party bear from another attack by Furrball.

Why Furrball had suddenly decided that the bear belonged in the tree outside, she'd never know.

"Hey, sorry, my cat's still going a bit nuts. See anything you like, yet?"

Edmund glanced up from his writing, noticed the girl from that weekend, and raised an eyebrow.

But he didn't really care, so he moved on to the smooching part of the scene.

Cally nodded. "I do now."

She then realized what she was saying, and pointed towards the back. "Erm, yeah, there's some stuff back there."

Nadia was more than willing to interpret that comment as having referred to clothes. "Well, let's go take a look."

Ohhhhh, she was going to hell.

Cally wandered towards the back and started going through the various garments. "Think I should get a wig, too?" she asked, trying not to ask about the clothes quite yet.

"Yes. Absolutely. Wigs are of vital importance."

Cally nodded. "People might not even recognize me," she chuckled.

"Which is half the fun." Nadia spotted a couple brightly colored wigs. "Here, we could try on some of these."

Cally put on a wig that was frightfully pink.

"Does it suit me?"

Nadia grinned. "With the right make up, yes, definitely. No one will ever recognize you, either."

"Well, then I'll get it," Cally said. "But what goes with pink?" She looked around clothes, thinking.

"Yellow, blue, purple, gold. . . ." Nadia started sorting through the clothes as well, looking for something low cut.

Cally pulled out a rather short gold skirt, and tilted her head.

"Hmmmm..."

Nadia looked at the skirt as well, then looked away with a small blush. "If you get a blue shirt, you could say you're going as a cheerleader."

Cally though for a second. "I could do that," she said. She looked around for a shirt. "Find anything for you yet, or do you have your mind already set on something?"

"I've got a 1920s outfit I could wear that most people haven't seen yet. I'll probably just do that, since I don't have much money."

"I'm blowing the last of my cash," Cally said. "Guess I'm gonna have to write home for money, tommorow."

Nadia winced in sympathy. Not that she'd ever had anywhere to write home to to ask for more money, but she knew from being broke. "We'd better make sure we get you some good stuff, then."

Cally nodded. "So maybe the skirt I'd never wear again is possibly a bad idea," she said.

Nadia nodded. "Possibly."

Cally held the skirt at her waistline and wiggled her hips. "It'd look kinda good, though, wouldn't it?"

Nadia blushed and looked away, suddenly understanding why Walter seemed to think that hip wiggles were unfair.

"Yes. Yes it would."

It was just because she was lonely and missing her boyfriend and Cally was nice and always there and interested that Nadia was being interested back. That had to be it. Once Walter got back, she wouldn't have to keep feeling like she was cheating on him.

In the mean time, she was being rude to Cally. She looked back over. "The skirt is really cute, and if you get a midriff shirt or something, few would be able to resist your charms."

"Midriff shirt, midriff shirt..." Cally looked through and found one, in blue, even. "Ta-da. Found one." She glanced around. "Do they have a changing room here? Or am I just going to have to hope they fit?"

"There's one over that way," Nadia gestured towards the back of the clothing section. "You should definitely try that on."

She totally wasn't blushing again. No, really.

Cally smiled and nodded, heading back to the dressing room. She emerged, somewhat embarassedly pulling at the hem of the skirt, and the neckline of the shirt.

"How does it look?"

Nadia swallowed. "Great," she said sincerely. "You look fabulous."

Cally blushed. "You think so?" She chewed her lower lip for a second. "Think they'll let me wear it out?"

"As long as you pay, they probably will. And if you flaunt it, you might be able to manage a discount."

Cally nodded, and instantly walked over to the register, attempting to make her bosom as prominent as possible.

Nadia grinned and followed along, prepared to help in the "flaunting it" department.

Would Walter get mad at her if she kissed Cally in order to help the other girl get a discount?

Edmund looked up from a page simply covered with ravishment and smiled at Cally's bosom.

He made a note to include a pale, pink-haired gypsy.

"Yes?"

"Wig, shirt, and skirt," Cally said. "How much?"

Edmund leaned forward to find the price tags on the skirt and shirt.

That might require some ogling.

Just to find the tags, of course.

"I don't see a tag on your shirt. That is a shirt, right? Not some form of underwear you're modeling for me?"

"It's a shirt," Cally said. She wasn't exactly enjoying being ogled by Edmund, but she wasn't complaining, either. "I could see if..." She pulled open the neckline just a little. "Nope, not in there, either."

Edmund leaned forward to confirm that for himself and shook his head.

"You could simply take it off."

Cally glared for a second. "Do you want me to buy this or not?"

Edmund's smile fed on the glare. "You seem to have the misapprehension that I care."

Cally sighed. "Fine." She pulled off the shirt and set it down on the counter, standing there in her bra. "Hurry up."

See, the dream was right - being a bastard brought good things.

Edmund took his time finding the tag he knew was attached in the back collar of the shirt.

He eventually found it and added that to the cost of the wig and skirt, pointing to the entirely appropriate* total on the register.

*5% discounted

Nadia swallowed at Cally standing about in her bra, then spent her time looking as though she was deeply interested in a display of radishes.

Cally reached for her wallet, which she realized she had stashed in her boot when she'd changed into the skirt. So, in quick fashion, she bent over to get it, making sure Edmund did a chance at a free show.

...Nadia, on the other hand, was probably in direct line of sight. Cally grabbed her wallet and paid out the last of her money, which amazingly was just enough to cover the total. "Thank you," she said.

. . .

Turnips. Turnips were really underrated root . . . vegetable things.

Yes.

"You're so very welcome, my dear. Do come again."

Life was good.

And if Nadia thought her reaction went unnoticed... let's just say she was underestimating the sneakiness.

Cally grabbed the shirt and pulled it on, quickly. She turned to Nadia.

"Well, back to your room, I guess?"

"I guess so."

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