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[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

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Nope. [ reaches over to give him a short pat on the shoulder. ] Thanks, but I know what I'm wearing.

No, I meant for like... [ gestures a bit with a hand. ] Like, if I asked you to go to one of those parties I always go to with my parents. Not for prom night.

[ hm... oh, wait. ]

I have dresses for things like that too.

I know but... this one's more... uh. "Modern".

80's is only thirty years into the past. It's not that old.

But this one was made in 2011. I don't think the 80's can beat that...

It's okay. Fashion cycles.

[ shoulders drop a bit. ]

Well... alright, then. [ shoos her off into the dressing room. ] I think that's enough trying on dresses for now.

[ looks down at the dress. looks at drooped shoulders. hair poofs a bit in distress.

she wouldn't wear this thing. ever. but lyssa's all droopy-- ]

Um. Well, for Christmas. [ even if she doesn't celebrate it, but lyssa does? ] Maybe. [ if both of them remember it. & if lyssa really, really wants to. ]

[ brightens automatically, giving her the thumbs-up. ]

Christmas it is, then!

[ please forget.

... time to change out of this. be right back, lyssa. & she waddles back into the change room, taking off the dress so that she can slip her normal (& more comfortable) clothes on. purse placed back across her chest, she shuffles on out.

looks around blankly. ]

Can I just leave this on the chair?

No, darling, you must put it back in its proper place. [ takes the dresses into his arms, winking over at her as he walks back into the main part of the store. ] It's the only proper thing to do, after all.

[ but they pay people to do that.

they might even appreciate it.

look at them. dead-eyed & bored, wandering around the store, asking people if they need help. 90% of the answers are around the vicinity of 'no', right? ]

I'm only being a gentlemen. [ as if he heard her, per usual. starts putting the dresses away. ] You should always clean your own messes.

[ well, lyssa looks happy about it, so it's not a big thing, she supposes. ]

Aye, sir. [ she'll keep that in mind the next time she goes shopping. if she ever goes shopping... ]

[ nods and gestures to her so he can put his arm around her shoulder again, humming in a bit as they mosey on out of the store and back into the crowd. ]

So where is this store of yours that's selling those ponies?

I don't remember. But there are lots of maps around. [ so they'll be okay as soon as they can find one. ]

Then let's find one!

[ & thus begins his search for said map, leading them to one that he spots after a few minutes. peers at the selection of stores, then over at amanda. ] See it anywhere?

[ nope.

because straight ahead is bubble tea. ]

Hey. Pit stop?

[ blinks, head tilting slightly. turns to look in the direction she's drawing her attention to, smiling slowly. ]

Bubble tea it is!

I got paid the other day. [ so she can treat herself and lyssa! could she do that? ]

[ stands in line with her, humming a bit. ]

So the job is going really well, then?

The boss is nice. [ but short. & prone to more waterworks than her on a bad pms month, but that's likely a personality thing... but he's nice & seems fair, which is the most important thing.

the job itself though-- ] There's lots to learn.

Well, if you're determined to learn, then I doubt you'll have any problems with that. Glad the boss isn't a jerk, though. You're lucky to have snagged someone nice.

Yeah. It was my dad's suggestion. [ sometimes, they work out. very few sometimes... ]