She makes a pfff noise. "I think so, you perv."

Tabs winks and clicks her tongue. "Then strip, baby. Get to those skivvies."

She side eyes the immortal urchin kid, then the proprietor.

"...fine. Kid, turn around."

Xenon grumbles, and his book moves higher.

The urchin salutes. "Right you are, ser!" He scampers off, disappearing into...was there a door there before?

"This world is so fucking weird. Our lives are so fucking weird," she says as she strips down.

"At least today they are!" Tabs grins. 

She picks up the chest piece, and holds it out to Anya. "Put this on like a backwards vest, I'll tie the laces."

She does so. "How do you even know this?"

"Watched a tutorial when I was writing that scene when Alistair helps Azry with her armour. Then I kinda...fell down an armour related rabbit hole." It takes a couple of tries, but eventually the back is laced neatly, and not so tight Anya can't move. 

"Okay, the pants are jerkins, and will basically go over anything, and then the belt can go over it."

"This is so cool. I'm gonna look so cool." She carefully puts the pants on and then the belt. "Do you think I should sell the other stuff?"

"That's almost entirely how you make money in the first part of the game, so probably."

She looks around at Xenon. "Can we sell this to you?"

For an entirely still statue, the way he manages to give her a dead-eyed withering glare is incredible.

"Is that a no? Because legit, use your words."

Xenon's book slides back over his face.

Snort.

Anya rolls her eyes. "I guess Xerox the Barbarian has said his last, then."

Tabs giggles helplessly. "That's so dumb."

"If you are quite done robbing me, I demand that you leave. Your presence here is frightening my tiny bear."

"We better go before we annoy him into killing us."

"....I wanna see the tiny bear."

"Leave, tourists."

Tabs loops her arm through Anya's, and tugs her along to the exit, looping her amulet over her head. 

"There's also a tiny fennec and a tiny nug. I'm heartbroken. We could have tiny pets!"

"Maybe we should 'invent' some sort of modern tech or, like, soap and make bank."

"They definitely have soap, Anya," Tabs giggles. "Oils too! And salves and balms- We're gonna have to invent, like, indoor plumbing or some shit."

They reach the door, and woah! There is in fact, a tiny bear, hiding next to the door. 

Do not steal the smol bear, Anya.

"Awww, hi baby, hi little thing!" Tabs crouches, holding out a hand to the tiny bear. 

It snaps at her, growling. 

"Ah! Okay, not like a cat, do not attempt to pet."