[say]"Why thank you."[/say] The Doubletake purrs, quite pleased with how this serendipitous turn of events was unfolding. [say]"I'm sure some of the locals will have something to say about it, but..."[/say] She shrugs. If a few rough and tumble old men were upset that the wicker chairs that previously were contoured to the shapes of their asses had been replaced with something more modern and pleasing to the eye, so be it. Curmudgeonly she could deal with. Bad taste, she could not.
[say]"So then George, you know what my business is..."[/say] Glancing over her shoulder to where the door to the back room stood, innocuously closed with a few crates in front of it to dissuade anyone from entering, Flora turns her attention back to the thief. [say]"...what's yours?"[/say]
[say]"So then George, you know what my business is..."[/say] Glancing over her shoulder to where the door to the back room stood, innocuously closed with a few crates in front of it to dissuade anyone from entering, Flora turns her attention back to the thief. [say]"...what's yours?"[/say]
