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As it happened, Erna was glancing back. She seemed to be looking to you for something similar. After a few moments of awkward silence she chuckled a little and explained herself under her breath. "I was waitin' for you to say somethin'. There's a lot of interesting stuff here- I kinda want it all. But there's no way we'd be able to carry all of it in our bags..."
Your fingers came to your chin as she spoke. Erna wasn't wrong- but the egg would be the main problem, not really anything else. You glanced around the plaza, a plan forming in your mind...
...bingo! You flicked a finger upwards, your eyes widening as you continued- "Well... we don't have to stick to our bags, do we?"
Before Erna could properly question what you were saying, you were already grinning and heading towards a seemingly-abandoned small wagon left off to the side of an empty stage. Through all the hustle and bustle of the mon around you, not one passerby came to chastise you or pick the thing up for themselves, you figured it was free for the taking.
And as you returned to Erna with a smile on your face- only widening as the Buneary began showing her excitement- you remembered what the Weavile'd said.
'You'll have to pay a pretty penny for most of it'... shoot.
Erna was unphased, obviously, instead choosing to praise you and take the wagon for herself. She returned to the shopkeep with a smile. "Yay! Hey- ma'am, how much does all this cost t'gether? Even the dolls?"
"...twenty-five hundred poke."
WHAT?
Erna's jaw hit the desk- yours followed soon after. You hadn't even HEARD of that much money, let alone seen it yourself. Inflation basically didn't exist here- the most expensive thing you'd seen so far was maybe sixty maximum...
The Buneary began to stutter somewhat... "Y-you're jokin' me, right? Nobody here could afford that! A-and you said you wanted t' get rid of this, so..." Her bag rustled as she searched for... something... "...how about two-fifty? Please?"
Man, that smile was hard to resist. But something told you this Weavile was very good at resisting.
And it wasn't just the unamused stare she was returning to Erna's attempt. "No. Pay up or leave."
You heard a foot stamp next to you. "Well then- what's everythin' cost individually?" That stomp turned to tapping as Erna scowled a little...
The weasel remained unimpressed. She hardly deigned to lift a finger and point to each object as she named its price. First, the book- "Seventy-five." Then the dolls, "One-hundred each." Underneath the counter where you couldn't see anything- "One-hundred and twenty-five." -and the egg, "One-thousand five-hundred."