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There was absolutely too much to choose from. Enough that Arienne hadn’t exactly noticed the arrival of the man. Probably the shopkeeper, and actually he probably could solve her predicament if she wanted to ask. Except things seemed rather destined to distract the smol girl.
First she felt the little nudge at her foot, glancing down to see the cat in the onesie before she also noticed her classmate who had also joined the party. She had given Drake a return grin as he’d brought up the little kitty and subsequently she also noticed the shopkeeper as well. “Oh!”, she exclaimed softly, letting the other boy continue the conversation about the kitty. Only feeling a moment of disappointment that Goose had padded over to Drake too, stopping her from crouching down to pet him.
“Do you have anything here that my little brothers might like?” The question had slipped out before she could stop it. She’d pretty much decided on toffee for mum and dad, but Aramis and Ainsley were harder. Plus, she kind of sort of wanted to pet Goose too. Chaos baby or not.
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Chelliephone Overly friendly and chaotic just reminded Drake a little bit of Bryony, and he silently lamented the blonde…. Acquaintance (he wasn’t sure if she’d approve of the word friend, so he’d refrain) would have gotten along well with the nine lived feline friend. And with it being a creature, of course Aryan would have loved the kitty as well. He mentally took note that the gentleman mentioned Scrivenshaft’s, so that he made sure to double check Ary had gone that way. “Do you work over at Scrivenshafts with him, sir? I’ve noticed a couple of kitties through the windows! Are they all yours?”
The curly haired boy watched the kitty with curious eyes, which immediately lit up as he saw it move his direction. If he’d been more considerate, he perhaps would have felt bad for taking the cat’s attention before his peer had had a chance to pet the critter, but he was too excited to think about it. Crouching down at the ankle bump, he held out his hand to gently give scratches on his head. At Arienne’s question to the man, he glanced over at her before back to him and then Ari again, whom he whispered softly to, “I don’t think he works here at this shop.”
That was okay, smol girl! If Tony knew Goose well - and he did - then the kitty would sashay its way between both. Attention from two smol hoomans was better than attention from just one. Was her question directed at him? Tony thought that it must have been.
“I’m not the shopkeep for Honeydukes, dearie, but you can never go wrong with fudge.” Tony pointed in the direction of an array of yummy, delicious, scrumptious fudges.
"The walnut fudge are to die for!’’ T threw his arms up dramatically. He was naturally dramatic. Drama was in his bones!
“I hope your brothers aren’t allergic to nuts?”
Smol hoomans - and big hoomans alike - were always welcome to visit the kitties at Scrivenshaft’s. The hoomans could even earn themselves a discount if they brought cat treats.
“Oh yes. Goose helps out around the shop along with his friends. They’re all mine. I inherited them from my Gram who ran Scrivenshaft’s before me. Goose here was a stray. He moved into the shop and refused to move out.” T glared at Goose.
“He is the most stubborn feline ever!” Yet T harbored a special soft spot for him.
Goose was the least bothered with all the chatter. Not when there were scratches happening! He allowed the boy hooman to scratch his head before trotting off back to the girl hooman. MORE ATTENTION, please!