Recycle stared up at Tempest, well, maybe stared? Tempest probably wouldn’t be able to tell due to the whole giant eyebrow thing.
“don’t worry about it, my treat,” Al said. “Lemme-”
“I’ll get it!” Recycle squealed, rushing to the back of the flower shop. Al watched her go, astounded.
“You must have shown up on TV once,” Al remarks, leaning forward on the counter. “She acts like that around her TV people.”
The feline looked over Tempest, frowning.
“Hey, you good?” Al asked. “We have a first aid kit somewhere around here for emergencies, I can grab it for you.”
“I’m back!” Recycle screamed, running up with a bottle of water and… a piece of paper. “Uh, do you think I could get your autograph?”
The small hedgehog (?) looked up eagerly and hopefully.
Tempest bit back a sigh at the words. She accepted the offer with no attempts to stop it. There was barely any money in her own world’s bank account right now, save a few rings from random sources every here-and-there.. Her head tilted a fraction as the other rushed off to the back of the flower shop, seemingly excited about something.
“I don’t know.” True. Tempest rarely watched a television- outside of cartoons that were her way of trying to figure out how ‘normal’ people interacted... Although thinking about it, she was hardly in a ‘normal’ group of friends... So that was a wasted effort. “TV people. Celebrities?”
... The cartoons were fun.
“I’ll use mine when I get back home, but thank you.” She raised her hands. Maybe she’d be able to win this argument. “Been getting targeted all morning by badniks, but I think they’re finally off my back.” An expression she was pretty sure she got right.
The human blinked. An.... Autograph?
“... I.... You sure?” Tempest still took both the water and the paper, eyes flicking between the two. Wasn’t this more Sonic and his team’s gig?