True to his word, it wasn't long before they arrived.
"This is the place."
Grant said as they stood in front of a boutique.
It fit right in with the other stores in the wealthier part of town. The only difference was the large pane of enchanted glass used in the storefront.
'It must have cost a fortune.'
Wanda thought as she felt her 'heart' bleed from all the wasted money.
Grant stood in front of the door and stood there for a few good seconds as he realized his hands were full.
"Do you mind?"
He asked, turning his head towards the small child he was holding by the ear.
"Eh?"
"My hands are full."
He raised the hand that was carrying all of the bags.
"Do you mind?"
"Oh. Oh yeah, sure."
Trap said as he casually opened the door like the hand holding his ear in a vice stopped existing for two seconds.
"Thank you, I am most appreciative. I'll remember this in a couple of minutes."
"Wait, wha-"
"NAAAAAAAAAAAANAAAAAAAA!"
"Oh, ssssludge! What the frick did I do!?"
Trap yelled in realization of the mistake he'd made.
Luckily he'd managed to avoid using 'offensive' language or he'd really be screwed
The three of them went inside and found themselves in a dark room. Dresses, mannequins, and other accessories were on display. All of which was 'in' with the times.
'Ooh, this looks nice.'
Wanda casually turned over one of the tags in curiosity.
If she had a heart, it probably would've had a stroke.
The price of that dress was enough to pay the best assassin to kill her, have the best necromancer revive her, and have the assassin kill her again!
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And I'm one of the narrators so I know what I'm talking about.
The second narrator waited for the first narrator to finish the introductory line to avoid unnecessary confusion.
Thanks. Now stop breaking the fourth wall! And for those of you wondering; the rates within the kingdom are very competitive compared to other nations.
Now you're spoiling it!
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Wanda backed away, afraid of touching literally anything.
Suddenly, she heard a spotlight switch on with a loud click.
"Ahh! I didn't do anything! At least I didn't mean to do it! Please don't make me pay for it by growing fruit off of my flesh!"
She screamed as she dropped all of the stuff and curled up into a Brussel sprout-like ball on the floor.
"Wanda!"
Grant said, rushing over... and still dragging Trap by the ear.
"Wanda, calm down. I own this place remember. You're working for me, I'm not gonna make you pay for anything trivial like touching a dress."
"But I heard-"
"That's the other Amberston's."
"Wait! So they would make me pay by growing coconuts for their sadistic urges!?"
"Oh, yeah. Big time. I heard this one guy gets off of that, freaking weirdo."
"And what separates that weirdo from you?"
Wanda asked from her Brussel sprout cocoon.
"You got me on a good day."
Grant said with a smile.
"Wait, are you serious?!"
"I mean... Yeah."
Wanda shifted with the brussel sprout until an eye was able to peer at grant.
"It's impossible to take you seriously when you say it like that."
"So I've been told. Anyways... Do you mind coming out?"
"We still need to find that wyvern's bane and I can't do that with you inside a Brussel sprout."
"..."
'Well, I definitely won't survive if I make him angry.'
Wanda stuck her head out of the sprout, before slowly shrinking it into nothingness.
She stood up and dusted herself off before going to stand in the least crowded area of the store.
With a sigh of relief, Grant turned around and said.
"Let it rip!"
The spotlight switched on again and illuminated a beautiful woman standing atop a grand staircase that didn't exist a second before. Music from seemingly nowhere started to play as she swayed down the stairs.
She wore a black cocktail dress covered in rhinestones that made her sparkle. She held an extended fan in front of her face.
Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, she shut the fan and struck a dramatic pose.
Grant and Trap started to clap. With Grant motioning for Wanda to join in.
After she was satisfied, Nana walked up to Grant with a furious look on her face.
"Why?"
Grant simply held up Trap by his arm.
"Him and Rascal."
"mn"
She nodded before grabbing Trap by his poor ear and, elegantly, dragged him upstairs into an unseen room.
They heard screams not long after.
As Grant stood in the boutique and heard Wanda conjure a new Brussel sprout between the screams, he turned to her.
"She's a bit of a theatric."
He paused as a second child's screams joined the first.
"They'll be fine."
*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHH!
"Eventually..."
*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
*sigh
'I wonder how the others are doing?'