There are not a lot of people who can come close to a 6'8 brick shithouse, and yet, surprisingly, the pretty blond thing that ends up besides him at the market seems to hit fairly close. Elizabetta, after all, is well over six feet tall herself, and tends to stand out in a crowd for it. It's something she hardly ever thinks about, really.
Instead, all of her attention is focused purely on the array of vegetables and fruits that are in front of her, one hand pressed against her cheek. In theory, grocery shopping is not that difficult an experience. Sure, one may want to make a shopping list so that they don't forget anything, and to plan for meals... but it shouldn't be too much of a struggle.
One would not think that judging by Elizabetta's furrowed brow as she stares down at it all, thinking carefully while a Vulpix stands guard at her feet.
Well, this is getting nowhere, and she turns to the man and his turtle besides. "Excuse me, but could I ask you a question?"
B, for a change of pace
Instead, all of her attention is focused purely on the array of vegetables and fruits that are in front of her, one hand pressed against her cheek. In theory, grocery shopping is not that difficult an experience. Sure, one may want to make a shopping list so that they don't forget anything, and to plan for meals... but it shouldn't be too much of a struggle.
One would not think that judging by Elizabetta's furrowed brow as she stares down at it all, thinking carefully while a Vulpix stands guard at her feet.
Well, this is getting nowhere, and she turns to the man and his turtle besides. "Excuse me, but could I ask you a question?"