1st Day of Summer, 512 AV
"Can I help you -- SIR! Please DO NOT treat the scarves in such a manner!" a shrill voice behind Kaeson cried in protest.
"Huh? Oh yeah...yeah, I gotcha." Kaeson mumbled, still very much obsorbed with pulling an expensive looking silk scarf in every which way. "No...no, it's too weak," Kaeson observed, casually tossing the scarf in a a quickly growing pile of rejects. None of them had stood up to Kaeson's expectations for a shell for his next animation, and Kaeson was beginning to feel a little dejected. "I just need ONE good scarf, just one and --," Kaeson started to say, only to find himself interrupted once again by the same shrill voice that had so rudely interrupted his scarf search in the first place.
"SIR! DO NOT PULL THE MERCHANDISE! If I need to remind you again --," a small woman began only to pause to take in several deep breaths. "Uh, are you all right?" Kaeson interrupted, clearly not as worried as he sounded as he continued eyeing a red and gold striped scarf on the shelf besides him, "That looks like a strong one," Kaeson thought to himself and tried to grab it -- only to find his way blocked by the same small woman from before. "I, uh, kind of want that scarf," Kaeson said. After waiting a few seconds, Kaeson was surprised to find the small woman still in his way. Obviously the woman must be hard of hearing, surely she would have moved if Kaeson had spoken a little louder. "MA'AM, I WANT THAT SC --," Kaeson started to yell, only to find himself interrupted once again.
"I am QUITE aware that you want this scarf," the small woman said as she quickly grabbed the scarf off the shelf, making sure to keep it away from Kaeson. "However, I am also aware of how you've been treating our merchandise, especially the silks. You are aware we import only the finest silks from the Eyktol region? Of course you aren't, how silly of me to ask. Any idiot could tell by the way you've -- hey, HEY! SIR, WE DO NOT PULL ON THE SCARFS -- excuse me! EXCUSE ME!" the small woman yelled as Kaeson attempted to pull the scarf from her grip, smiling as he pulled on the red and gold striped scarf. It was soft to the touch, allowed for some pull, and didn't seem to show any wear even with two people pulling on the scarf. "Perfect," he said, letting go of the scarf causing the small woman to stumble back, almost falling into the large pile of scarfs Kaeson had created. "I'll take it!" Kaeson said, visibly excited, adding, "You wouldn't mind sewing some buttons on it, I really --," Kaeson started, only to be interrupted again by the small woman.
"No. No, you will not be taking anything from this store," she said flatly. "No?" Keason repeated, clearly confused. "What?" Kaeson bluntly asked. He couldn't understand why anyone wouldn't sell their wares, that's how shopkeepers make their money. "You may not buy anything from this store," the woman said, clearly not in the mood for Kaeson's questions. "But...I want the scarf and...and I'm a customer --," Kaeson started, only to be interrupted once again by the small, clearly annoyed woman. "A very rude customer, is a customer MY store doesn't need. Just look at the mess you've made!" She said , gesturing to the giant pile of scarfs in the middle of her store. "It'll take me a few bells as least to reorganize everything and that's --," this time Kaeson interrupted her, saying, "I'll do it, reorganize your scarfs, I mean. In exchange for the scarf. And the two buttons," he added hastily, saying, "I'll never come back, I swear -- just let me buy the scarf." Kaeson was desperate, he must've gone through hundreds of scarfs and the only good one he found was now hostage in someone else's hands.
"Fine," the young women said, after several minutes of careful consideration. Sure, she wanted Kaeson out of her store, but she also wasn't looking forward to the bells of work it would take to reorganize the large pile of scarfs that had accumulated in her store. "Sort them by size, and then by fabric - cotton, wool, and silks. I'll work on the sewing the buttons to your...purchase."
Smiling, Kaeson got to work.