"It stinks in here!" Felicia exclaimed, covering her nose with her handkerchief.
"That's rude! I didn't think so," Sharik responded, gently setting the materials he had purchased from the market district onto the wooden table.
Sharik and Felicia were inside an equipment store that remained eerily empty. The shop was a family-owned business belonging to Sharik, nestled in a remote corner of the market district, far from the bustling foot traffic.
Despite her comment about the smell, Felicia walked further into the store, her curiosity piqued by the array of equipment on display. Sharik couldn't help but think, 'Even though she said it smelled, she still walked in and took a good look at our equipment, I guess she must be a good human!'
"Ugh, even though there are much better options here, I can't say I'm fond of any of these," Felicia admitted, her discerning eye scanning the equipment in front of her.
