Mr. Gold is Happy to be of Service (mister_gold) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-18 17:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, mr. gold (rumplestiltskin), zelda |
Who: Gold and Zelda
When: After This Post, just in time for Father’s Day
Where: Gold’s Shop
What: Shopping!
Rating/Warnings: None, Low
Status: Complete
Shopping was kinda fun when you were Zelda Hyrule. Money was no object. The only limitations to what she could buy and didn’t want to buy was the amount of space in her house. And when she was buying for other people she didn’t really have that concern. So she headed to the antiques shop and broke into a grin as soon as she entered.
“Hello, Mister Gold! I’m here to buy something for my father for father’s day. Do you have any suggestions?”
Considering that Zelda could have easily bought the whole shop multiple times over without the blink of an eye, Gold was always just a bit amused that she came in looking for suggestions. “Ms. Hyrule,” he greeted -- as vaguely pleasant as ever. “I’m afraid I don’t know your father. Tell me a bit about his interests and I’ll see if I can’t help you out.”
“He’s a businessman,” obviously. Mr. Hyrule was more like a king than anything else. He was a king, actually, in Zelda’s dreams. “He doesn’t have a lot of time to play, so when he does he wants to make sure that he’s doing it all right. I was thinking... do you have anything billiards-related? You couldn’t get your hands on an antique billiards table or set of balls or something, could you?” Again, price was no object. It went unspoken, but was nonetheless true.
Considering this, Gold chewed his lower lip and tilted his head to the side a little curiously. “Well. Perhaps I could. But I don’t know it would be in time for the Holiday as you like. But I might be able to call in some favors. Apparently your name is impressive?” He was playful like that.
Zelda raised both eyebrows in a playful, surprised expression. “Is it? Oh. Well, I’m sure you could throw it around a little.” Then a grin broke out across her features. “Anything to give my dad the best Father’s Day ever. And have a better gift for him than my brother.” She added, teasing herself.
“That’s a given,” Gold agreed with a tiny snort. One upmanship was always important, after all.
“I know some online places that could probably have what you’re looking for. Collectors more than sellers -- but everyone has their price, hm?”
"Absolutely." Zelda said, smiling. "Okay, so that's in the works. It'll be wonderful for my father's billiard room." She turned to look quickly around the shop. "You know, my place is all modern. I don't have any furniture that's older than a few years."
Gold made himself a note about it, more for the sake of having something to do with his hands than thinking he’d actually forget.
“Both have their advantages, of course. Modern is easy to find, match and decorate with. But sadly is quicker to go out of fashion than antiques.”
“That’s a good point.” Zelda said with a nod. “Do they mix well? I’m starting to think that I should find some accents to put in my place. Give it more character?”
“I’m hardly an interior decorator,” Gold shook his head and grinned a little over that one. “I’m sure you could find someone who has a better idea of all that than myself.”
“Maybe. I’ll have to ask around. There’s gotta be someone who’s better at this sort of stuff than I am.” She moved over to some beautiful, ornate mirrors, and gazed at the frames. “I just don’t know what speaks to me yet. Anyway, call me about that billiard table. We can make it happen. Better present for my father than anything my brother comes up with, anyway.” She gave him a bright grin, then started heading for the exit of the shop. “Thank you for your help!”
Gold only gave a nod and a wave that she probably didn’t see, since she was leaving, and then called out after her. “I’ll be in touch, then!”
After she’d gone, he started looking through a list of numbers. He had some work to do, apparently.