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
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.