[The princess flinches, just a little, at that very authoritative table slam, and yet, the woman at the counter doesn't even so much as stir, her snoring remaining as steady and rhythmic as ever. How strange. She seems perfectly healthy otherwise (aside from the fold of her arms going a bit wibbly every so often), and Zelda can't sense any dark magic that might be affecting her. Is she really just that tired...?
Zelda peers past the sleeping woman to the shelves behind her. There, half a dozen of the advertised bombchus sit, waiting to be used. Well, it's not the most proper way to go about this, probably, but...]
... Maybe it'll be okay to help ourselves as long as we pay for it.
[It's not like there are cops in the mirror world! ... Current company not withstanding, of course.]
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Zelda peers past the sleeping woman to the shelves behind her. There, half a dozen of the advertised bombchus sit, waiting to be used. Well, it's not the most proper way to go about this, probably, but...]
... Maybe it'll be okay to help ourselves as long as we pay for it.
[It's not like there are cops in the mirror world! ... Current company not withstanding, of course.]