75 Godiva Street, Saturday

[vdistinctive]

Eliot's phone had stopped ringing. That was awesome. On the other hand he felt like he'd gotten thrown around by a carnival ride -- again -- and there seemed to be a weight sitting right on his chest.

Val lapped at his chin. The weight on his chest was his small-for-her-breed-but-now-full-grown puppy.

Alrighty then.

[ooc: expecting one, but also open]

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[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Only in the high-end boutiques," Hardison said. "The ones who get paid hella more than minimum wage."

[vdistinctive]

"I can guarantee they still ain't makin' anywhere near what their customers do," Eliot said. "They're providing you a personal service. Slippin' 'em extra cash is just bein' nice."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"I'd be more inclined to tip 'em if I thought they were bringin' me clothes to be helpful an' not just keepin' an eye on my to make sure I ain't stealin' nothin'," Hardison harrumphed.

[vdistinctive]

"If it makes you feel better, places bring clothes to Sophie when she drags me along with her, too."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Well, yeah, that's Sophie," Hardison pointed out. "She probably starts using NLP the minute she walks into a store. How many times you make her tea before you figured it out?"

[vdistinctive]

"Shut up," Eliot said. "'m tryin' to relax."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison was going to take that as win. "You should try to get some sleep," he suggested, tucking the blanket up to Eliot's chin--and over himself as well. "You need to rest so you can fight this thing off. An' I'll be right here."

[vdistinctive]

"Tha's 'zactly what I been sayin'," Eliot mumbled, already half asleep again. "Y' never listen t'me."