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T&C, Tuesday, 4/6

There was absolutely nothing unusual going on at T&C today.

Well, other than the fact the produce displays in the grocery aisle seemed determined to all fall to the floor every time anyone breathed near them. Ddi had to move more apples and bananas to the half-price rack for bruised fruit than she cared to count. Eventually she retreated behind the counter and decided to just pick everything up at the end of her shift.

Apu did not appreciate her work ethic.

Half-Price Easter Candy Squishy Flavors: Peeps, Chocolate Bunny, Jelly Bean

[OOC: OCD got buried in an avalanche of grapefruit. Open shop, y'all.]

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Angua came into the shop today, this time with clothes.

And money. "I believe I have an outstanding bill that needs paying?"

Clothes! Clothes that meant it took Didi a moment to place the woman.

"Oh, right," she said, blinking a bit in recognition. "So the clothes did their job?"

"In that they covered me?" said Angua, pulling out a wallet from her belt. "Yes."

Until she lost them again, anyway, but the shopgirl with her awful, terrible, familiar scent didn't need to know that.

As she started to sort through the bills, she decided, "Hold off on that. I might as well get a few other things while I'm here..."

"No problem! You should look around as long as you want. We just got a new shipment of tennis balls," Didi continued, offhandedly. "They're all different colors."

The terrible, awful, familiar scent -- or, more specifically, the nature that caused that scent -- might have influenced that particular recommendation. Though if Didi had considered suggesting doggy biscuits instead, she'd never admit it.

It could have been worse. It could have been flea shampoo...

...which Angua was running a little short on, come to think of it, as she scratched idly behind her ear and narrowed her eyes slightly at the shopgirl. It was just an innocent suggestion, though, right? Right? She wasn't feeling so sure, but it wasn't like she could outwardly deny it. And different colours, too...She didn't need them, but...it was a tempting offer.

"Tennis balls, you say?" she asked casually. "The kind that come in a four pack in the plastic tube containers?"

Plastic tube containers which made an extra, additional, fantastic chew toy?

Didi nodded. "I wouldn't want to sell them any other way," she said. "If they were sold loose, they'd be all over the store..."

And there went a crash from the produce department as the Granny Smiths escaped their confinement. Didi facepalmed. "A lot like the apples, actually."

Angua winced slightly, not so much because of the crash, but because all this talk of tennis balls had her wanting to go chase things, apples included. It was a hard thing to keep down, so she tried to focus on the impression she could give regarding the tennis balls instead.

"You don't, er, have rackets as well, do you? I mean, actual rackets. Not the racket made by falling produce. I'm thinking of picking it up...Tennis, that is."

"We have about everything," Didi confirmed. "Tennis rackets, badminton rackets, cricket bats .... pretty much, if you can sell it and it's not duct tape, we have it."

She didn't know why there wasn't any duct tape. It bothered her, a little, if she dwelled on it.

"I don't play very well myself, though, so I can't give you a ton of guidance."

"Well, if you've got everything," said Angua, before she could stop herself, before she then thought what next, a cute little skirt and spankies set, too? "then maybe there's a good instructional book you can toss in."

"That," Didi said, "is an excellent idea. If we don't have it, we should."

An especially forward apple rolled forward and bumped her in the ankle; she scooped it up and polished it on the hem of her tank top.

"I hope there are courts on the island so you can get in some practice."

Good grief, was she seriously thinking about continuing this conversation?

"There is that gym I keep hearing about," she muttered idly. "Perhaps they'd have space."

It wouldn't be a small town if there weren't overly lengthy conversations with relative strangers!

"Maybe," Didi said. "Or ... set up a net in the park."

"Oh, what," said Angua, in the tone of not bloody likely, "where everyone could actually see it?"

She did have limits, here. They were clearly outlined by nets in parks and short little skirts.

"Why not?" Didi asked. "it's not embarrassing to mess up when you're learning. It's just how you learn."

"Yes, but that opens it up to people knowing that I'm learning," said Angua. "And possibly trying to help."

"... and that's bad?" Didi sounded distinctly dubious.

She took a bite from the apple she'd been polishing, seeming to enjoy it.

"It could be," offered Angua, shrugging a shoulder.

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