"Where did you get this dress?"
"A shop in the market." Emory covered her theft up immediately. The girl she stole it from must have bought it from some shop as well so it wasn't a lie if perceived logically.
"Actually my daughter really loves clothes like this so I thought maybe I could buy it for her birthday. Which shop was it exactly?" There was something on the face of the woman which was making Emory uncomfortable.
"The first one on the left hand street." Her memory saved her because she saw where the shops of clothes were while she walked back with Odin.
"Nice," The woman nodded and then left.
"Why didn't you tell her to just go away and I can't cook, huh?" Emory was glaring daggers in Odin's direction as soon as the woman left and he locked the door back.
