Maggie Pruitt has lungs of steel. (quidditative) wrote in willowbrookrpg, |
"It's the inflation rates," she said solemnly, though the corners of her mouth twitched as she fought her smile. "Soon, we'll be chewing sticks like our ancestors, and then they'll charge us for those. Damn capitalists." Said the girl who enjoyed shopping almost as much as she enjoyed reading. "Seriously, though," she said with a grin, "if you need a toothbrush, I have extra. Dad is addicted to Cost-Co, and he got me a twelve pack in March."
She frowned at that comment. "You aren't our wait staff, and no one should treat you like that." She glanced at his leg and worried her upper lip between her teeth. "I doubt you'd do it, but you could do something for me." She smiled up at him kindly. "Get off that leg and rest for another day."