As the Prince pointed out each thing he wanted, Dante picked it up and put it in his bag. It got heavier and heavier as time went on. The Prince seemed to contemplate the meaning of life before settling on something he wanted, but it was better than him running up and down the aisles willy-nilly and demanding one of each.
And then the Prince looked up at him. He should have seen this question coming, he really should have. Dante closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his already stretched-thin patience. “Okay, kid. We can’t just eat here. You see any tables? A market isn’t somewhere you sit to chow down.” He moved down the aisles, talking to Prince as he went. “I have to pay for the food first. See the little tags?” He pointed to the signs above each stand that listed the price. “That’s how much I have to pay. Nothing here is free. I mean, a ride to jail is free, but I don’t think you want to do that at your age.”
Dante approached the lines where everyone was paying for their goods. Everyone else was very much blond and boring, so the view was nothing much. Dante chose the line with the shortest wait and hoped the Prince wouldn’t be bored. There were two people ahead of them, both with a decent amount of products to pay for. Maybe the kid would find the antique cash registers interesting. They pinged and made cool sounds as the operator used them. Dante hadn’t seen one of their like except for in movies. They were all phased out back in the city. He also saw scales, as they sold things by weight here. At least Prince didn’t choose too many heavy things.
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And then the Prince looked up at him. He should have seen this question coming, he really should have. Dante closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his already stretched-thin patience. “Okay, kid. We can’t just eat here. You see any tables? A market isn’t somewhere you sit to chow down.” He moved down the aisles, talking to Prince as he went. “I have to pay for the food first. See the little tags?” He pointed to the signs above each stand that listed the price. “That’s how much I have to pay. Nothing here is free. I mean, a ride to jail is free, but I don’t think you want to do that at your age.”
Dante approached the lines where everyone was paying for their goods. Everyone else was very much blond and boring, so the view was nothing much. Dante chose the line with the shortest wait and hoped the Prince wouldn’t be bored. There were two people ahead of them, both with a decent amount of products to pay for. Maybe the kid would find the antique cash registers interesting. They pinged and made cool sounds as the operator used them. Dante hadn’t seen one of their like except for in movies. They were all phased out back in the city. He also saw scales, as they sold things by weight here. At least Prince didn’t choose too many heavy things.