Mari all alone with Harry.

"Well," Harry said, walking around the room like a feral cat inspecting its den. "Obviously I don't plan on taking advantage of you in any way. I'm just not that kind of guy..." he trailed off, searching for her name. "What's your name, again?"

Marigold blushed. She had gone this far with a man she had just met without even giving him her name? Her pastor would be ashamed of her. That was just simple manners, and Mari knew that she was better than that. "They call me LittleLambX3," she said with a smile on her face.

Harry barked out a harsh laugh. "No," he said. "I mean, what's your real name? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this."

The red in Marigold's face got even deeper. Somehow telling Harry her first name, and just her first name, was more personal than telling him the name that he could use to find out everything about her online. She couldn't fathom why. "Marigold," she said. "My friends call me Mari."

"That's a pretty name," Horny Harry said, taking a seat in one of the plain chairs by the door. "Let's get down to brass tacks. Marigold, you owe me for the toys in that bag. Seeing as you're the kind of girl who would buy those kinds of toys in public, and seeing as you're a cosplayer with the best face I've ever seen, I figure this should be no sweat. I want you to..."