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Ed Grayson ([personal profile] has_been_faking) wrote in [community profile] melodiesoflife 2016-08-31 12:56 am (UTC)

Who said I'm selling anything?

[The man is very amused by the varied reactions he's getting from the group. Annoyance from Ash was normal, but not usually Ed. And two of their little party at least seem interested in him, which is great.]

Showing some out-of-towners around, Doc? Why didn't you say so? Who knows this town better than me?

[He tips his hat at Santa. He would love to show folks around. Maybe do lunch! Before he says anything else, Ed cuts in with an exasperated tone.]

Everyone, this is Salieri. I'll... explain him later. Salieri, you know I can't make you go away. But if you're coming along, you're going to help us out and not be a nuisance. Alright? We're heading to see Maris, and I can explain to you what's going on once we get there.

[Ed almost talks to Salieri like he was scolding a teenager, but Salieri just nods. Ed and Ash continue to lead the group along, and Salieri follows after. Time to pay attention to the man in front of him who was introducing himself. He tips his hat at Jack, bowing slightly.]

Salieri. A pleasure.

[Soon they're at their destination: a small, quiet shop selling ceramics, nestled in between a row of shops. Inside, lining the shelves are beautiful handcrafted pieces of dinnerwear, tea sets, trinkets and more. Behind the counter is a woman sitting alone, reading a book. Her eyebrows raise as so many people - a few of whom she knows well - enter the store. As she stands up, it would stand out to most that she's dressed in men's clothing - button-down shirt, suspenders, tie and pants.]

Well now. What's all about?

[Ed lets out a relieved sigh to see her working the store.]

Maris, we need your help. There's just... a lot to explain first.

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