The grill has been set in stone for mass BBQing.>>17450492Serena and Furfrou are promptly and literally kicked out of the hair salon following the unsurprising revelation that the maiden had no woolongs nor trinny silver coins to spare.
Furfrou crashes into a tree, and dislodges his head again on one of the branches, "THAT IS AMONG ONE OF THE MANY THINGS YOU GET FOR NOT PAYING ME IN THE DESIRED FICTIONAL CURRENCY! I SPIT ON THEE, GULLIBLE CUSTOMER!"
Serena lands on her bottom, and manages to scooch out of the trajectory of the Russian spittle before it can hit her. She lets out a sigh, then stands up and dusts her skirt off.
"...Am I to assume he's just letting me off like that?"
"Boouaff-ouaff!"
Serena turns around and sees her newly-transformed mutt hanging up in the tree, "Oh dear, I'm so sorry. Let me get you down from there."
"Boouaff-ouaff!"
