>>18667223"Here you are, ma'am." The man hands her a bulky package, just small enough to fit in her purse though it stretches it wide. "I hope you'll enjoy this assorted package of wares from the Spaghetti Town Spice Company. One thing about these spices is, you'll find that dogs just aren't terribly interested in them because they're so PUNGENT. So, if you've got a dog with you and, you're, say, in an airport, you don't have to worry about them getting into it and spoiling your delicious spices."
Shameem rolls her eyes at the man's awkward explanation. Then again, who's here to hear? Besides, the awkwardness has a hint of charm to it. It's surely the drug talking, but this guy's kind of cute in sort of a scruffy Zoomer way, with his spiky gelled hair, light tan, and hint of stubble. She finds herself leaning forward flirtatously.
>"Exquisite. Thank you. If I like them, what are the odds of being able to get these spices sent up to Canada from time to time? On a subscription basis? I think I have some friends who'd find them delightful."The man shakes his head. "That's so far over my head I can't even tell you. We're strictly a locally owned and operated business right now."
Shameem sighs.
>"Pity." The TV is now on some more bland and neutral fare. Some reality TV show.
>"By the way, what were the names of the wrestlers that were just on? And when was that from?"The dealer shrugs. "Kelly DiVanna vs. Robyn McDaid, from the last WWA show about a week ago. Why?"
Shameem hums to herself and pulls out her phone, but says nothing.
