B: /twelve/ dollars an' twenty five cents! *side eyes her* ((about $350 modern)) G: Don't say it like that! It's only a little pricey. If business is good I'll have it paid off in no time! B: An' what if business ain't good? G: What, you don't think I can get enough business? *puts her hand on her hip* B: I didn't say that. G: Just because I don't own my own shop and am working under someone else, that doesn't mean I can't drum up enough business for myself! B: I know that, Emma! I jus' *groans*
Blinks: *he continues to watch the two argue and for moment thinks about leaving but stops* Ahem… What’s this have to do with me may I ask?










