Zephyr
You've met the woman as well - you know most people, it's a tight-knit community - and you nod your agreement with Elias' assessment of her stubborn nature. But you've been called charming on more than one occasion before, and though it's a rather ill-practiced trick at this point, it's one you figure you can call forth for this occasion.
The shop is just as crowed and just as ridiculous as you remember, with a growing collection of junk that you suspect will continue multiplying until she's dead. "Gonna be a chore gettin' this moved," you remark under your breath to the other two men, before rolling your head and shoulders dramatically, fingers laced and stretching ahead. "But let's see what we can do, eh?"
And with that you stride up to the counter, flashing a vibrant, boyish, rarely-seen grin. "Eh, Auntie! How you stay? Howz da kids? You still make the best lau lau this side'a Apopo?"
The shop is just as crowed and just as ridiculous as you remember, with a growing collection of junk that you suspect will continue multiplying until she's dead. "Gonna be a chore gettin' this moved," you remark under your breath to the other two men, before rolling your head and shoulders dramatically, fingers laced and stretching ahead. "But let's see what we can do, eh?"
And with that you stride up to the counter, flashing a vibrant, boyish, rarely-seen grin. "Eh, Auntie! How you stay? Howz da kids? You still make the best lau lau this side'a Apopo?"
never trust a survivor until you find out what he did to stay alive
