Jaina was spending a good part of her morning on the mainland today, trying to get done all the errands done that she needed to in one day because she'd been putting them off long enough to make a trip to the mainland worth it. It just happened that she ended up accosted by two little girls in uniform at a table she hadn't spotted on her way in as she was leaving the store, and was asked, "Would you like to buy some Girl Scout Cookies?"
Um. "I'm probably not the person you want to be selling those to," Jaina said slowly, eyeing the boxes warily. Especially the green ones.
"It's for a really good cause," one of the girls said, looking so earnest that Jaina almost felt bad. True, these kids were probably not hurting for sales, but it was hard to say no.
Except... there was no possible way she could eat them. Once your boyfriend had been a whore of a Thin Mint- twice- you tended to be biased against eating them. "How about I give you the money and you keep the cookies?" she offered.
"We can't. We have to match our inventory," the second girl said with a sage nod.
She frowned, then dug into her purse. Yes, she carried one out in the real world. Shut up. "Fine. I'll take a box," she agreed, though she immediately began wondering what happened in the cookie boxes when they weren't opened.
"Just one?" the first girl asked. "You could buy one from each of us..."
The frown deepened. "Look into politics, kid," she said, and handed over enough for a second box of something she wouldn't be able to eat without feeling really wrong. At the very least it should make for an interesting E-mail.
[Establishy. LOOK I'M TIRED AND CHRISTMAS IS OVER.]
Um. "I'm probably not the person you want to be selling those to," Jaina said slowly, eyeing the boxes warily. Especially the green ones.
"It's for a really good cause," one of the girls said, looking so earnest that Jaina almost felt bad. True, these kids were probably not hurting for sales, but it was hard to say no.
Except... there was no possible way she could eat them. Once your boyfriend had been a whore of a Thin Mint- twice- you tended to be biased against eating them. "How about I give you the money and you keep the cookies?" she offered.
"We can't. We have to match our inventory," the second girl said with a sage nod.
She frowned, then dug into her purse. Yes, she carried one out in the real world. Shut up. "Fine. I'll take a box," she agreed, though she immediately began wondering what happened in the cookie boxes when they weren't opened.
"Just one?" the first girl asked. "You could buy one from each of us..."
The frown deepened. "Look into politics, kid," she said, and handed over enough for a second box of something she wouldn't be able to eat without feeling really wrong. At the very least it should make for an interesting E-mail.
[Establishy. LOOK I'M TIRED AND CHRISTMAS IS OVER.]