About thirty more seconds, give or take.

{if@ Gammod == False}.....sorry, there's just- you're just walking to the Furniture shop right now, one sec. Won't take a moment. It's a short distance from your Room, actually, so... ah, here we go.

"Waell, if Cavehn wants it, then shure. It shuln't be too har'. A'ything elz fur you, Setusor?"

You hear Darla's voice before you're quite there, and as you turn the corner, you see that the furniture shop already has one other customer. Oh, great! Now you've got to wait. This sucks. Hopefully you won't be waiting long.... time is money, after all, and you can only afford to wait for so long.

{endif}Darla and the other customer both turn to you quickly when they hear your foot tapping against the ground impatiently. It makes you feel a bit rude, so you try to have a smooth transition from uncrossing your arms and putting them into your pockets, as well as bobbing your head to try make it look like you were tapping your foot to music. You don't have headphones in, though. Should you hum? Yeah, give it a try.

"Mmmnn... mnn mn mnnn.... Oh, hello!"

The customer's face moves through all stages of panic, disgust, anger, and then amused curiosity. At least, that's what you get from their posture and mouth -- it's a bit hard to tell, since they're wearing sunglasses and a hat. They do also have on a pretty stylish-looking tan trench coat, though! With all of its black buttons done up. It looks just super.

"Well, Darla." She says, turning back to look across the counter now. Her voice is pretty nice. Hopefully you didn't actually come across as rude and impatient, you weren't really mad, you were just pretending for a bit of fun and conflict. "Do you have my fabric ready?"

Darla nods, and turns to go into a little backroom behind the counter, leaving just you and the customer in the room. You nervously start humming again, and shift on your feet. When you look up, to see if she's buying it, you notice that she's looking directly at you with that same look of amused curiosity and instantly avert your gaze again.

"Sorry 'bout tapping my foot." You say, fast and quietly.

"I wouldn't want to keep you waiting too long -- why don't you come over here and look through the catalogue for what you'd like to buy?" The nice, light voice says again. "You can call me Settie."

You'd feel a bit bad turning her down, so you shuffle your feet up beside her to the counter and tell her your name. She opens the catalogue for you, and keeps her hands there as you peer down at it, feeling a bit like you're picking out clothes with your mother. Especially with how much taller and more elegant she seems.

"What about this?" She asks, pointing a delicate finger to the double bed. "A girl your age could use something like this, right?"

{if Bed >1}You shake your head. "Already got one." You say.

"Oh, look at you! Alright then, fair enough...."{elseif Money <125}You shake your head. "I don't have enough money."

She tuts. "That won't do. Girls have their needs. Here, allow me." She pulls a small carry purse out of one of the trench coat's pockets, and takes a handful of notes out of it, then hands them over to you. "There. That's $125. Call it a gift."

Before you can even stammer out a thank you, as you look down at the money her elegant hand passed to your inelegantly cupped pair of hands, she's already talking again.

"Let's see.... anything else here worth having....?"{else}You shrug. "M-maybe."

"Definitely." She corrects. "Trust me on this. A lady knows. Now, let's see what else in here is worth having...."{endif}

She looks through the catalogue with you until Darla comes back, giving you advice and suggestions with a real mothering tone. Whenever you seem done with a two-page spread, she turns it over to the next one for you. You just have to kind of awkwardly stand in place with your arms by your sides, since she won't let you touch the catalogue for yourself. Finally, Darla does come back, and hands Settie a rolled-up sheet of white fabric over the counter.

"Ah, excellent!" Settie says, closing the catalogue (even though you were still looking) and take the fabric from Darla's hands. "And I take it you made the necessary changes?"

"Corz." Darla replies, capping a fabric pen and tucking it into her overalls' pocket. "Wazn an eazy pattern, buh cus'mer serviz an' oll."

Settie smiles at the fabric, then tucks the bundle under her shoulder and turns to you.

"Well, I'll leave you to it, then." She says. "Make sure to spend your money wisely. And no Television while you've got homework to do!"

Your response is just your baffled expression. Settie begins to head for the door, then stops, and turns to you.

"By the way -- you are a first year, aren't you, Debbie?" She asks, and you nod. Her lips broaden. "I do hope that you enjoy your camping trip."

With that, she's out the door, leaving just you and Darla.

.....alright, well, anyway, you came here to look at furniture, so now that you're alone again, you suppose that'd probably be a good thing to do.