[She rolls her eyes, half assuming that he’s either exaggerating or making part of it up.]
None for sale, but sit down, and I will help you with the worst of the tangles.
[There’s the sound of scraping on wood as she pulls a chair from where it was behind the counter. Maybe helping someone with their hair is a little too personal for strangers, but with the shifting and changing memories being what they are, the longer they speak, the more she feels a false sense of familiarity. They’re from the same village, after all.]
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None for sale, but sit down, and I will help you with the worst of the tangles.
[There’s the sound of scraping on wood as she pulls a chair from where it was behind the counter. Maybe helping someone with their hair is a little too personal for strangers, but with the shifting and changing memories being what they are, the longer they speak, the more she feels a false sense of familiarity. They’re from the same village, after all.]