"No, I'm right, thanks." Hey, at least counting out loose change bought him some extra time. He swore Romilda had gotten prettier in two days. It seemed impossible yet it was the truth. He grabbed the bag, wrapped it tightly around the jar and held it in the palm of his hand.
"You've been very helpful. Thanks. I'm going now," he stated, more to spur his own legs into action. He started shuffling back towards the entrance. "Um, good day to you. See you later, well, most likely not, actually...so uh, goodbye."
His free hand landed onto the door. He pulled it open gratefully and stepped out.
Well. That could have gone better. Tali had resigned himself to using his purchase because when you tell fibs you should show commitment to those fibs, but then again, how would she ever know? No, he could just keep it as a...souvenir. A memento of a very strange couple of days.