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All and Sundries -- Thursday 1/18

Cube was trying to explain to Turtle again what exactly happened to the Squishy machine, but she couldn't understand a word it was...well, it wasn't even making words, just gurgles, and Turtle couldn't understand it. It looked like she was listening, though, but her attention was just focused on the little earpiece in her ear that was giving her the market report. MT had dropped half a point and so had WPP, but it was still no where near as depressing as considering the profit loss from the still defunct Squishy machine.

Today's Squishy Flavors: None, Not on Your Life, Not a Euphamism OMG

All and Sundries is open.

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He claims to understand Cube. Turtle doesn't care.

...If you can get her attention, that is. EAS seemed to have jumped.

After leaving the park, Aziraphale made good on his promise to Wilson and headed over to All and Sundries in search of a new winter coat. Walking over to the young woman he recognized from his class, he stopped a polite distance away and smiled.

"Good day, Miss Wexler."

Aziraphale had caught Turtle at a very crucial part of the market report, with her WPP coming back around, so she was mostly oblivious to her presence as she leaned eagerly on the counter, waiting for it. Waiting, waiting...There it was! Down another point...

"Ah, bugger," Turtle grimaced, thumping a fist down on the counter. She sighed and went to roll her eyes around her surroundings.

She jumped a bit when she realized someone was there. "Oh!" She quickly extracted one of the earpieces, and gave a slightly embarrassed smile. "Hello, Professor Phale. Can I help you with anything?"

Chuckling a little at Turtle's reaction to what he had to assume was unwelcome news of some sort -- Aziraphale nodded. "Yes, I need to buy a new winter coat. It appears I'm in danger of being put out to sleep on the park bench if I come home without one."

"Seems like kind of a double-edge sword," Turtle commented with an arched brow, "because a winter coat's definately something you'll want if you're stuck sleeping on a park bench. Were you looking for anythink in particular, as far as coats go, or will anything that'll keep you warm do?"

"Well, you do have a good point, my dear," Aziraphale agreed. "So it does rather seem I'd best get the coat. I was hoping for something...well, long. And dark colored. Wool is nice. Nothing flashy, although tweed is very nice."

"Hmm, well," Turtle removed the other earpeice from her ear, turned her little radio off, and set it aside as she moved around the counter and started to lead Aziraphale to where the coats were. "Let's have a look. We do have this nice selection of long black cloaks to appeal to the Goth-slash-Emo-Slash-Dark Evil Villian types, but I hear they're also quite popular with the Spy and Mercenary crowd. Most of them are leather or bad leather imitation, but there's gotta be at least a few woolen ones."

"Erm..." Aziraphale mused, following Turtle. "The goth-spy look isn't really me. I don't suppose you have anything resembling more of a...sort of a greatcoat? Although I expect I could make do with a wool cloak..."

It wouldn't have to remain a cloak, after all.

"Greatcoat?" Turtle, who didn't know much about coats in general, especially since she usually went outside without one in cold weather which caused her mother to yell at her a lot, tilted her head slightly and shrugged. "Probably. I mean," she looked around at the coat section, "we got everything here. Just have a look around, and you'll probably find what you want."

"Thank you, my dear, I'll do just that." He smiled, and began carefully hunting through the assortment of coats Turtle had indicated.

All and Sundries was true to its advertising, Aziraphale decided. They really did have everything. And eventually, after a bit of searching, he found the coat (http://www.armynavydeals.com/asp/products_details.asp?SKU=092105D&ST=2) he was looking for.

Carrying it back to the register, he said, "This one will do perfectly."

Turtle nodded in approval of the choice. "Very nice, Professor," she said, scribbling down the price and all that good stuff because the new register hadn't come in yet. She couldn't wait. "Would you be interested," she said, looking up before completing the total, "in throwing in a nice pair of gloves or a scarf to go with it?"

He supposed it wouldn't hurt to go home with gloves and a scarf as well. Especially as much grief as he gave Wilson about them.

Aziraphale nodded, and replied, "Yes, I think I'd better do that. Er...what's happened to your cash register?"

Turtle snagged up a nice glove-scarf-hat set and added it to the reciept and the coat. "Oh, uhh, trolls smashed it," Turtle said idly, with a nod. "That's what Jane said, anyway. We've got a new one coming in soon, though, hopefully, assuming Jane went ahead and ordered it. I'd do it myself if I could. I'm partner now so I fit those requirements, but they seem to have an issue with placing orders from fourteen year olds."

Aziraphale couldn't see why being fourteen ought to hinder Turtle from getting orders placed. Hell, back when he had his bookshop, his students did a far better job of running it than he did. But some people, he figured, had strange sorts of rules.

"Well, I do hope it comes in soon, then," he said, paying cash for the coat and other items. "It seems like not having to do it all by hand would make your job a bit easier."

"Ugh, I know," Turtle gushed emphatically. "The one we're getting has this really great scanner that will automatically enter in all the items sold into a database. From there, I'll be able to access reciepts, track sales trends, project inventory for the next term...It's going to be incredible. I can't wait until we get it."

Blinking, Aziraphale realized that he probably should be glad he didn't have Turtle working at his shop. There'd have been nothing left of his inventory.

"Well, you do seem to be very good at this, my dear. I imagine Miss Canary is awfully glad to have your help." He smiled, pulling on the coat to wear out and tucking the gloves and scarf into his pockets. "Thank you very much, Miss Wexler. You've saved me from having to spend some rather cold nights sleeping out of doors."

"Always glad to help, Professor!" Turtle chirped with a big grin. Especially if he'd remember such gracious acts of preventing homelessness when it came to giving grades.

My availability today is spotty, so responses may be slow like whoa.

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