All And Sundries, Sunday

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"Suzanne! Suzanne!" Dolf crowed as he swept up the store that day. His hair was a mess and he'd been fighting earworms for over a day now, and he'd finally just given up. "Suzanne, ik ben stapelgek op jooooou!"

He had absolutely no clue where it came from. Or why the store had been renamed.

Or why his football jersey currently read VAN BASTEN instead of SNEIJDER.

But keeping the songs in was turning out to be terrible for his health, so he just went along with it. "Carriere maken! Totdat de bom valt!"

Today's Squishy Flavours: Doe Maar, De Dijk, Het Goede Doel.

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Shopping WithOUT Dolf!

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"Ik heb stiekem met je gedanst, ik hoop dat je het leuk vond..." (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCH4z0UJbj4&feature=PlayList&p=37D4A108BE877364&playnext_from=PL&playnext=1&index=62)

Avoid the singing.

* I danced with you in secret, I hope you liked it.

Shopping With Dolf!

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"Waar kan ik heen? Ik kan niet naar Duitsland, kan niet naar Duitsland, daar zijn ze zo streng. Waar kan ik heen? Ik kan niet naar Chili, ik kan niet naar Chili, want daar zijn ze zo eng... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MTVnMO6cRfg)"

* Where can I go? I can't go to Germany, I can't go to Germany, they're so stern there. Where can I go? I can't go to Chili, I can't go to Chili, they're so scary there..."

Re: Shopping With Dolf!

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Madison had wandered into the store and spent probably about an hour drifting around, looking at everything with a sort of quiet interest before she finally picked up several large boxes of salt and brought them over to the counter. She dropped them on the counter and gave the boy behind it a smile. "Hi."

Re: Shopping With Dolf!

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"Hallo!" Dolf called. The songs had actually managed to put him in a good mood to the point where he'd been poking at the radio to get it to a Dutch station - god knew they were doing Best of the 80s round-ups all the time, right? "Uh, hello, I mean."

He poked at the register. "That's all?"

Re: Shopping With Dolf!

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Well, the salt was all Madison needed, but since the boy had asked...Her eyes drifted around a little at all and sundries around the counter and she reached out and added a pack of batteries to the salt. "And this," she said. She found a lighter. "And this." A pack of gum. "And this."

"Where's the beef?" she added pleasantly. "Pepsi, the choice of a new generation."

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"I think the beef is over there?" Dolf asked, pointing. "Red for normal, green for biological-- huh."

Where had the bio-friendly meat gone? "We just have the normal kind, sorry."

Re: Shopping With Dolf!

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Madison shrugged. "That's okay," she said. "This should be fine, thank you!"

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"If you're sure," he said, with a little hum. "Are you a new student?"

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"New?" Madison started, as if uncertain about the word, but the fact that it was followed by, "-ish?" suggested that she was more uncertain about it applied to her. She shrugged again. "I'm...Madison." After the Avenue, of course. "What's your name?"

Re: Shopping With Dolf!

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"Dolf," Dolf volunteered. "Sorry, I didn't manage to catch everyone at the picnic. I'm trying, though. How are you fitting in?"

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"Gr-r-r-reat!" Madison said, with a smile as enthusiastic as her answer, which seemed very similar to that of a certain animated cartoon cereal spokestiger. She lifted her hands, to make a shape. "I'm learning so many...ways to talk on the big black box in the..." She bit her lip, remembering what it was called, "common room. It's everywhere you want to be!"

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Dolf frowned and tried to parse that. He had to switch his brain back to Crusades-Dolf to make sense of it, but then it dawned on him instantly. "You're new to the time, too?" he asked.

Oh, Dolf. If only you knew.

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"If you've got the time," Madison parroted with a pleased grin, "we've got the beer!"

Which was close enough to a yes, as she saw it, even though yes wasn't quite the word she was looking for.

Re: Shopping With Dolf!

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"Sorry," Dolf said, with a laugh. "It's America. No beer for people under 21."

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"I think I'm good with this," Madison said, looking over her pickings. But then she picked up a keychain from a display on the counter. "And this."

Re: Shopping With Dolf!

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"Okay," Dolf said, amiably, ringing those up too. "So that'll be... uh, handwavey."

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"Put it on my American Express!" Madison said. "Never leave home without it!"

But she realized that her current fashion of an oversized I &heart; N.Y. t-shirt and a long pair of legs afford no pocket space in which to hold an American Express card, even if she did have one, and she frowned as her hands realized the lack of said pockets.

"Oh," she said. "It looks like I left home without it."

OOC

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I don't even know.