The stranger who approaches him is lugging around an enormous cart; the kind that is the size of a door and feeds entire families. His only reason for being in the electronic section seems to be a replacement phone cable, held in his hand, while the rest of his purchases are far more food-oriented.
Bags of flour that should last months, enough sugar to send anyone glancing at it into a sugar crash in just under five seconds, fresh lumps of butter wrapped in foil, never-ending cartons of eggs and no less than three different types of milk are the easiest things to find, and only the tip of the massive iceberg. Carrots and apples and pears accompany the mix; brightly coloured citrus fruits and a pop of red maraschino cherries in a jar, five different types of extracts, from pure (real) vanilla to oranges, and even little pink silicone candy molds to make bunny shapes.
Brooding over this confectionery shop in the making, Cadeyrn's dark hair and darker style seems an entire clash of cultures. Ears pierced twice over, and an industrial running through his right ear is only balanced by the lip piercing that is off centered to the left side, and clicks lightly between his teeth as he watches his companion in turn.
"It can also replace a full oven if you take one big enough. Pies and roasts; so long as you know their sizes, they can be cooked in it." He seems to consider the options and ranges offered, his eyes narrowed and silver as he checks both the prices and the size of the offered machines.
"A bit of a hassle to clean though; but give it a scrub once a week, and most of them have a movable plate at the bottom-- cover it up with aluminum foil, and change it regularly when something drops on it, and you're good."
That was... a lot more than what was asked, but the stranger finally settles on one, pointing at the machine with a hand bearing two rings-- index and pinky. A leather band wraps around his wrist, half-hidden in the thickness of a black hoodie with the anatomically accurate bones of a skeleton.
Shopping
The stranger who approaches him is lugging around an enormous cart; the kind that is the size of a door and feeds entire families. His only reason for being in the electronic section seems to be a replacement phone cable, held in his hand, while the rest of his purchases are far more food-oriented.
Bags of flour that should last months, enough sugar to send anyone glancing at it into a sugar crash in just under five seconds, fresh lumps of butter wrapped in foil, never-ending cartons of eggs and no less than three different types of milk are the easiest things to find, and only the tip of the massive iceberg. Carrots and apples and pears accompany the mix; brightly coloured citrus fruits and a pop of red maraschino cherries in a jar, five different types of extracts, from pure (real) vanilla to oranges, and even little pink silicone candy molds to make bunny shapes.
Brooding over this confectionery shop in the making, Cadeyrn's dark hair and darker style seems an entire clash of cultures. Ears pierced twice over, and an industrial running through his right ear is only balanced by the lip piercing that is off centered to the left side, and clicks lightly between his teeth as he watches his companion in turn.
"It can also replace a full oven if you take one big enough. Pies and roasts; so long as you know their sizes, they can be cooked in it." He seems to consider the options and ranges offered, his eyes narrowed and silver as he checks both the prices and the size of the offered machines.
"A bit of a hassle to clean though; but give it a scrub once a week, and most of them have a movable plate at the bottom-- cover it up with aluminum foil, and change it regularly when something drops on it, and you're good."
That was... a lot more than what was asked, but the stranger finally settles on one, pointing at the machine with a hand bearing two rings-- index and pinky. A leather band wraps around his wrist, half-hidden in the thickness of a black hoodie with the anatomically accurate bones of a skeleton.
"That one would be big enough."