<div class="floatleft">(http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu35/greytrail/Elliquiy%20avatars/Disney%20college/Sophie_zpsc4aea309.jpg)</div><strong>Name/True Identity</strong>:  Sophie Chattonne (Duchess, Aristocats)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Le Shoppe<br/><strong>Doing</strong>:  flirting and friendly<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:  Wendy and Roger<br/><br/>Startled to hear Wendy's voice so soon, Sophie stood from her crouch behind the counter to examine the intricate bracelet. "This is a beautiful piece, but I fear one I have never seen." Smiling nostalgically, she examined the shiny baubles. "You are certain it isn't yours? This reminds me so much of your wonderful stories. It is as though it was made for you, my friend."<br/><br/>When the door opened once more, the pathetic electronic buzzer didn't even attempt to splutter, making Sophie giggle prettily.<br/><br/>"Ah, my favorite Deputy Bagha," she flirted, letting her French accent thicken until the words sounded exotic and playful. "Has at last some pretty thing caught your eye?"<br/><br/>From the display window, Roger pulled down a uniformly brown figurine and brought it over with an offer of money. But Sophie barely heard him, intently examining the lovely, primitive carving of a kittenish tiger.<br/><br/>"What a curious morning," she mused, holding the two strange items. "A pair of mysteries with no explanation. This carving is lovely, and that is indeed my handwriting on the sales tag, but I have never laid eyes on it. Odd indeed." Smiling winningly, she handed over the carving. "So ten dollars, cher, seems a bargain for both of us, no? But only if you offer a damsel some help? That horrible buzzer has died, which will no doubt disappoint poor Burt." Her eye roll was proof she was not overly concerned about her tinkerer son. "Might you dispose of the offensive thing so may use that as an excuse? And perhaps hang my lovely bell once again?"<br/><br/>Softening the smile, she turned her attention to the other woman in the strange little drama. "Wendy, I will hold the item if you wish, but I still feel that it somehow must belong to you. Perhaps mine is not the only memory hazy today, hmm?"