Intermediate
"Huh? Well if you didn't come to buy something..."
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Seeing the request order in front of him, the smile quickly disappears from Scoundria's face.
"Well, you see... I was only thinking about mothers' figures."
"Don't you know that diarrhea will make you lose weight?"
Not wanting to hear anymore of his babble, you continue to approach him, your weapon in your hand.
"Or perhaps... I could give you these carnations!" A new variety every couple of weeks, say?
"No, no, don't!" Aaaaaargh...."