Re: Mayflowers: Max and Solas
The phone was fresh out of the box, thin laminate still plastered across the screen to keep it free of smudges for all eternity if an elf was feeling OCD-inclined. As for phone service, Dylan had declined activation at the little mall podium that stood outside of the Hot Topic. Dylan wasn't even entirely aware of the reasons that an elf would need a cellphone, but he was beyond forming questions at this point. He'd once had a conversation through the journals with Link from the Legend of Zelda, he'd already lived the dream. All bets were off on what was or was not possible at this point.
"I'm not an expert on--" And Dylan cautiously shied away from the investigative pry of Max's fingers when they found the tag on his shirt. "I asked this kid from Poland who swore to me that he was an expert." Dylan was really going to need to look into getting some new sources.
When the shirt was mentioned, Dylan glanced down to regard Orlando Bloom's determined face. "Yeah, its pretty artisan. They call it screen-printing, which involves many tiny little hands..." And while he'd started out joking, the realization that this shirt probably was made in some third world sweatshop made Dylan frown.