There are so many interesting things being sold across so many different beautiful stands and tents, and Winter hesitates visibly before approaching any of them. She really wants some of that bee soap, though. Maybe a new shawl she can add to her many, many layers, like the human majoid crab she is. It's just that she doesn't want to be talked to by aggressive salespeople.
She needs protection. And maybe she's a little misguided in her choice of assistance when it comes to successfully interacting with strangers, but today perhaps two wrongs can make a right. Or at least dupe salespeople into leaving them alone with their awkwardness.
"Hey Eddy," Winter sneaks up and catches his arm with a light brush of fingers at his elbow. "If you take point on handling any aggressive stall owners at this stand," she nods toward the wide white-curtained stall with all the soaps and cosmetics. "I'll handle the next one for you."
There had been one obvious order of shopping business and that had been obtaining a distraction for Mickey. Simpler, maybe, probably, undoubtedly, to leave the little rascal at home, but where Eddy went she almost always followed. A honey stick is more than enough to keep her occupied and perched on Eddy's shoulder for the rest of the afternoon. After that, it's a sea of light and sunny colored booths to choose from, all sporting similarly colored inviting wares and Eddy hovering awkwardly in the middle of it all representing the less popular side of the bee's palette.
Winter's sudden approach is a rescue, even if she's the one seeking help. The light pressure at his arm causes him to look down at the other girl who doesn't stand much shorter than him given his fondness for slouching. She proposes a plan that involves talking to people, not his favorite activity, but after a short silence he gives a slight shake of the head to denote agreement. "Usually can get them to stop if I just squint a little and say nothing," he admits haltingly. Then adds with a grimace, ".. Usually. Been signed at more than once."
Winter searches Eddy's face, unsure for a moment if he's joking and bad at hiding the fact that she's scrutinizing is words. She decides that he probably isn't pulling her leg, and her eyes go a little wide. A single laugh bubbles out of her, a tense but amused little sound. "Oh my God, I would die." A commiseration. As if a salesperson selling at her weren't nightmare enough. But now her decision is made. "It's perfect. We'll both suffer the exact s-same amount. Balanced."
Winter lets her hand fall away and turns to walk backwards toward her intended art stall, mindful to keep Eddy engaged. "Anything you're in the market for besides honey sticks?"
Each passing second of Winter looking at him, Eddy grimaces up his face a little more. Oh good, definitely said something stupid. But when she laughs, he exhales a similarly tense one. His shoulder lifts and drops in awkward relief. "Yeah, wasn't great." He only mostly regrets ever mentioning it to her.
Willingly entering suffering isn't something Eddy usually vocally acknowledges, but Winter seems determined and Eddy really does want to get some shopping done. "Seems.. fair," he agrees pointlessly. Winter's mind is apparently already made up and she's on the move. Still. Balanced suffering. Could be worse.
"Christmas is coming," he says. Which she obviously knows how a calendar works so that's a dumb thing to point out. And her name is Winter. So. Probably doubly aware of that sort of thing. Ugh. He picks up a tube of lipstick at the front of the stall display, just to have something to roll in his hand. "Need to find stuff for Mama. And Ma. Wyatt. Tater Tot. Earl. Banjo." He's possibly just listing words now to fill the silence.
"Some of those are familiars and pets...right?" Winter asks. She's pretty sure that's the case, but you never know. There's a Bear and a Peanut at this school, after all.
Her fingers dance across the table of the beeswax soap stall, not quite touching the product, but not quite not touching the product, either. Sort of ambivalent about whether she wants to get hands on here. "If so, I saw someone selling, like, ethically sourced handmade chew toys?" She wiggles her fingers for effect. "If not? I mean, depending on the age group, ethically sourced handmade chew toys could still be a sick gift." She's all movement when she talks. Scratching her temple, then shrugging animatedly, expelling a whole lot of energy with each word. It's a wonder she doesn't exhaust herself.
Eddy & Winter (Attempt To) Do A Shop
She needs protection. And maybe she's a little misguided in her choice of assistance when it comes to successfully interacting with strangers, but today perhaps two wrongs can make a right. Or at least dupe salespeople into leaving them alone with their awkwardness.
"Hey Eddy," Winter sneaks up and catches his arm with a light brush of fingers at his elbow. "If you take point on handling any aggressive stall owners at this stand," she nods toward the wide white-curtained stall with all the soaps and cosmetics. "I'll handle the next one for you."
Eddy & Winter (Attempt To) Do A Shop
Winter's sudden approach is a rescue, even if she's the one seeking help. The light pressure at his arm causes him to look down at the other girl who doesn't stand much shorter than him given his fondness for slouching. She proposes a plan that involves talking to people, not his favorite activity, but after a short silence he gives a slight shake of the head to denote agreement. "Usually can get them to stop if I just squint a little and say nothing," he admits haltingly. Then adds with a grimace, ".. Usually. Been signed at more than once."
Eddy & Winter (Attempt To) Do A Shop
Winter lets her hand fall away and turns to walk backwards toward her intended art stall, mindful to keep Eddy engaged. "Anything you're in the market for besides honey sticks?"
Eddy & Winter (Attempt To) Do A Shop
Willingly entering suffering isn't something Eddy usually vocally acknowledges, but Winter seems determined and Eddy really does want to get some shopping done. "Seems.. fair," he agrees pointlessly. Winter's mind is apparently already made up and she's on the move. Still. Balanced suffering. Could be worse.
"Christmas is coming," he says. Which she obviously knows how a calendar works so that's a dumb thing to point out. And her name is Winter. So. Probably doubly aware of that sort of thing. Ugh. He picks up a tube of lipstick at the front of the stall display, just to have something to roll in his hand. "Need to find stuff for Mama. And Ma. Wyatt. Tater Tot. Earl. Banjo." He's possibly just listing words now to fill the silence.
Eddy & Winter (Attempt To) Do A Shop
Her fingers dance across the table of the beeswax soap stall, not quite touching the product, but not quite not touching the product, either. Sort of ambivalent about whether she wants to get hands on here. "If so, I saw someone selling, like, ethically sourced handmade chew toys?" She wiggles her fingers for effect. "If not? I mean, depending on the age group, ethically sourced handmade chew toys could still be a sick gift." She's all movement when she talks. Scratching her temple, then shrugging animatedly, expelling a whole lot of energy with each word. It's a wonder she doesn't exhaust herself.