“Hey, hey, what’s this?” He grabs onto the closest stranger’s arm and gives it a tug, pointing out a nearby sign: ‘Bath bombs.’
“How do they stay lit underwater? Can they blow up a whole bathtub?”
There was absolutely, positively no way that the eccentric child that just acquired her attention were on the same page. But that was their best feat, she’d realized.
Bath bombs? Something she was familiar with. Were miracles packed into small compact globes of heaven, that smelled of infinitely better than some potpourri, far beyond her time but -- she had figured them out. The same concept as filling your tub with flower petals, but why go through that trouble now?
“I don’t know, but it sounds like something we have to keep away from the good people of the street.” Her voice gives away to a giggle, as she took the top of the sign and flipped it around, feigning flustered when the exact same text printed was on the other side.
“We need to keep this a secret.” Daisy takes down the sign, draping it around the child’s neck. “Are you good with secrets? We’ll buy every one of them. -- Test them out in the fountain over there, and if we deem them dangerous, we have to find a way to hide them.”
“Would you like to try one out?” She whispers excitedly under her breath, “Look,” she points at a higher shelf, ushering the child to the corner where they were all on display. “That one says birthday cake. I wonder.”
Anything to provoke the curiosity of an untrained, starry eyed vision of a young one.
