He shrugs and brushes bits of veggie off his hands. "Well, all right. C'mon, let's see about getting you your fabric scraps."

And he steps into the little shop.

A bell rings as the door opens, and the grey-brown rabbit-girl behind the counter looks up with a smile. "Hey, you again! Figured out what colours you want?"

"Brought my friend. Can we have a look at the scrap bin?"

"Sure!"

She waves at Sable, gets up from her stool, and disappears momentarily into the back, emerging with a hefty box. After thunking it onto the counter, she pulls off the lid to reveal that it's full of odds and ends—short lengths of ribbon, or fabric scraps cut too small or too strangely shaped to be useful for much. Things of that general kind. The contents are a riot of colour; it shouldn't be hard at all to piece together five bracelets, as long as they don't have to be very consistent.

"Oh this is perfect!" She starts rifling through, consistency is definitely not required. Soon enough she has five small piles of scraps: purple and black, orange to sunset to bronze, pink and white and brown, a few bits of silver ribbon to string together several green scraps, and then a handful of dark reds.

"How much do I owe you?", she asks the salesrabbit.

"For all that?" She casts a critical eye over the piles. "I'll let you have it for just a gem. Nothing there was going to be much use to me."

Torok shrugs and hands over a single green gem.

Well, then she'll smile gratefully at the clerk and then kiss Torok's cheek, blushing. The scraps all get piled into various pockets of her satchel. "Thank you!"

"Pleasure doing business," the salesrabbit returns cheerfully. "You have a good night now!"

"So, orphanage?"

"Orphanage! And braiding these into bracelets!" She loops her arm through his and grins delightedly.

He grins back and heads out onto Treasure Street with her.

And she follows him happily to the orphanage. Along the way, she asks, "What's your favorite kind of food?"

"...dunno. I mean, I like food, I guess I've just never thought about what my favourites are. How about you?"

"Sushi — that's a fancy ethnic food based on raw fish — or rich, cheesey, noodly things. The latter especially if they're also meaty, but meat's hard to come by here."

"...huh," he muses. "I never noticed, but yeah, it would feel weird to eat meat here. I wonder why?"

"Asked about that," she replies, "and apparently it's because there are so many people with animal features here that they feel weird about it."

"You know, that makes a lot of sense! I'd feel weird eating something that had my face on it, too!"

She nods. "Honestly it's a very reasonable reaction."

<Not one you have,> Hailey teases internally.

<Oh hush.>

No she didn't just get internally teased to ruin her dodge of not sharing the reaction. Definitely not.

"—hmm?"

"Um. Hailey was teasing me about my not sharing that 'very reasonable reaction'."

"...huh. Is this of a piece with the thing where you want to invent resurrection to help with your sex life?"