The proprietress frowned at Sunny's words, suspicious that something wasn't quite as she expected.  Perhaps she'd expected Sunny to haggle, or maybe the young woman's remark indicated that the worth of the memory was less than the shopkeeper would have thought.  Nonetheless, as Sunny grips the coat, a soft chime sounds from somewhere in the store.<br/><br/>"Then we have a bargain," the woman grunted.  "Wear it in good health, little miss Awake.  May you fare better than the Corvid scion who died in it."<br/><br/>She jerked a thumb at the door as if dismissing Sunny.<br/><br/>"Did I mention that it draws the attention of cats?  They scent prey for some reason."