<b>Location</b>: Green Grotto.<br/><b>Tag</b>: Arthur Connington<br/><br/>"Well... at least i'll pay for something grown with efforts" thought her when the man spoke of what he knew of that place, technically justifying her worries for the price. <<Thanks, sir.>> replied the girl with a shy smile <<... i guess i'll have my first shop here, today.>><br/><br/><<Ah, haha, as well as parents do worry, even daugthers worry about their Pa's. I will take that as another suggestion for the trustworthy-ness of this place>> she giggled, trying not to answer that her priority was something cheap but, in the last minutes, it become a "<i>spend the less possible and don't shop here never again</i>" thought.<br/><br/><<Uh... well...yeah, new to town and neighborhood>> despite her shyness, she felt nothing negative coming from that unknown man, he remembered her an history teacher of her hometown, the one professor with a soothing and calm voice, making every lesson appear like if she was listening to a documentary; and that thought, made her feel like at home, or, at least, make him appear as educated and posed as her professor <<...and...those two might become the apple pie of victory for having managed to move here.>> she laughed while holding the two apples like proper trophies, before putting them in her bag.<br/><br/>She was about to walk away, before turning to face him again <<Uh... thanks again for your help, sir. I wish i could offer you a slice of cake, but i have to go. If you can... thank even your daughter>> with a kind smile and a wave, she walked to the counter "...now just the flour and butter..."<br/><br/>With those last few items on the brief shop list, Sarah thought that, if all would go well, she could be back home and to bake that deliciously delicious apple pie within two hours, already picturing herself making that treat in such a modern apartment...