Kryner was glad to hear she approved of the repurposing idea for the furnace room while they drove along, and felt her hand upon his leg giving him a happy sense of ease. One hand went to rest on top of hers while the other hung around the upper part of the steering wheel. Listening to her concerns about 'downtown' he agreed, "Yep and just across the way here is the clinic, and other important setups going on. The church funds those and it sure does make money. When I was a kid there was a market back here that use to make thin cookies called wafers. I'd save every nickel and penny I could find, beg my mom to get me there so I could spend 10 cents on a tray of those and strawberry flavored milk." He smiled reminiscing the memory only for a pothole to bounce him back to reality<br/><br/>"Ah and here we are." Another unloved building with a noticeable bent roof where snow would leak and collect. The walls showed dry wood and plaster in patches and the windows were cracked or boarded. The lights were flickering when they headed inside and Delphine saw rows upon rows upon rows, piles, entire closets and dressers chalk full and stacked up with, kitchen utensils, clothes, shoes, hats, baby items, movies, adult comics, anything and everything in varying levels of quality from every end of the spectrum. Hell, there was a legit diamond ring in a lockbox displayed to sell for 90 dollars.<br/><br/>Immediately poking her head out from the desk on the left side of the door was Gretal, a very old Brunderian that had two cats sitting on her shoulder, one orange with a massive cancerous growth on its back, and a white one who's piercing blue eyes were much akin to Kryner's.<br/>"Ello, how are you?" She asked with a smile with a very small stature she was missing her shins but had her feet attacked at the knee.