Location: Green Grotto.<br/>Tag: Arthur Connington<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Mumbling while holding a green apple in one hand, and a red apple in the other and casting almost menacing gazes at them, as if to scare the two juicy apples and obtain Top Secret informations, Sarah wondered if to come in that place was a good idea "...why is this apple so pricey? Is it made of gold? And the flour... why so expensive? I might just place those two in their baskets and go away whistling, nobody would ever notice me..." she was turning away when suddently<br/><br/><<Oofff>><br/><br/>For a miraculous miracle, Sarah managed to not yelp in surprise and throw away the apples, instead held them tightly in her hands, probably for knowing their price...<br/><<N-nono, don't worry sir, it's nothing...>> when she lifted her eyes from the grocery products in her hands, she saw a rather good-looking man, clearly taller and broader than her, probably on his fifties, giving her the idea of being in front of a veteran... or an actor that played veteran soldier's roles, remaining a little surprised as she would have bet that such products would be an exclusive bothering of the younger, frilly generations <<...uhm, sir, may i ask you something? Is the first time i came shopping in this place... do you know if those products are actually... uhm... as they advertise?>> politely, she asked a customer if those products were actually how the shop advertised them, avoiding, at least for a moment, the dare to overpay apples that would have nothing more, nothing less than a cheap choice from any other grocery, suddently, she realized that she sounded more like a<i>mystery shopper</i>or an undercover poller in mission, with the realization of her dumb question underlined by a slight flush on her cheecks, she turned her gaze at the two apples in her hands <<Uh, it doesn't matter, sir. I'll sort it out. Someway...>>