After a stop at the Perk for coffee and a pumpkin muffin, Isabel opened Pixie Dust on time. She spent some time poking through the racks looking at new arrivals, then took her place behind the counter with a good book.
"Haven't actually ever been in here," A.J. admitted as he and the modded and soon to ping Cher made it over to the store. And he, being of course a perfect gentleman, held the door open for her to go in first. Or it might have had to do with the fact that this was clearly her territory and he just felt...safer having her lead the way.
He got points for the door-holding. Cher wasn't aware there was a point system, but maybe she should create one. "Seriously? Oh, you should totally come in here more. It's so much fun," she said, stepping inside. "Sometimes if I'm bored at work, I'll just sit there and go through the accessories for hours."
"You work Wednesday, right?" A.J. asked, following her in, and taking an idle look around. Huh. Yeah. Definitely a little bit of a chick shop. He tried to imagine going through accessories for hours. It...wasn't easy for him to picture it. "Um, there's a lot of stuff here. How do you know where to start?"
"Yep. I get to report on how well everyone did while I was there," she smiled. "So, everyone has a different technique, but I find it's easier to start from top to bottom and then build on there. Shirt, pants or reasonable substitute, shoes, accessories. "
Which just made A.J. glad he worked on Wednesday, too, instead of having that be his shopping day because Cher would probably be sorely disappointed with his shopping prowess. "...Reasonable substitute? Oh! Does that mean I could so get a kilt?"
A.J. couldn't help chuckling a little, after being only minutely distracted by a shirt that looked just slightly more earthtone than everything else. "What exactly would suffice as a kilt-appropriate event?"
"Well, I think they get worn to like weddings and funerals, and sometimes movie premieres," she said, flipping through a rack. "And you might actually have to be Scottish."
"I think I'm, like, complete European mutt," A.J. admitted, "so there's got to be some Scottish in there. What? You don't think I could totally rock a kilt?"
A.J. did not think he could totally actually rock a kilt. Ever.
And, satisfied with that answer, A.J. nodded. "Thanks. So...what are we shopping for again?" He, as a male, was pretty certain that you didn't just go shopping for the sake of shopping, and was feeling like the kilt had distracted him from something important.
"I'm doing good," she said, not quite smiling as she took in his appearance. "I got some good news from Roswell so I went back there for a week. Now I'm home. How about you? Here for the latest in fashions?"
"It's been here for a month or two. A real, live, wee fairy owns the place believe it or not," Isabel explained. "What has you wandering? Can't sleep?" Not that Isabel recognized the signs or anything. Nope, never that.
"That only works for so long. Then you start getting jumpy from all the caffeine and sugar and start imagining the stuffed animals are talking to you," she warned. "And they're not the most stunning conversationalists."
Isabel came out from behind the counter and absently started flipping through a rack of mens shirts. "What made you come to that decision?"
"And aimlessly wandering town checking out the stores is such a more productive use of your time," Isabel nodded. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should push, then decided the worst Jamie could do was walk away. "But at least it helps keep the nightmares away?"
"It sucks doesn't it?" she asked, still focusing on the shirts. "I still have a hard time getting more then three or four hours at a time." And she wasn't going to mention the night light she still had to keep on in the room.
"This would look good on you," Isabel said, indicating a dark blue shirt.
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A.J. did not think he could totally actually rock a kilt. Ever.
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Isabel came out from behind the counter and absently started flipping through a rack of mens shirts. "What made you come to that decision?"
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"This would look good on you," Isabel said, indicating a dark blue shirt.
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Granted... every outfit he owned looked exactly the same.
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