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Chaucer had taken a swift glance at the inventory before deciding that he wasn't in the mood for browsing higgledy-piggledy. Instead, he sashayed over to the front counter in such a manner that might indicate the boy had some rather strong illusions of grandeur. "This one requires a brass alembic, if you could. Also, a silver carafe." He might have done his purchasing elsewhere, but as it was he was running lower on his shopping limit for the day and couldn't afford some of the higher-end boutiques. Ugh, limit. Has there ever been such an ugly word? Perhaps if his father hadn't gone all Byronic a few years ago, money wouldn't have been an issue. |