Inside the shelves are stocked like a survivalist bunker with a particular interest in baseball. Bottled water, dried food, gas masks, baseball bats, catchers masks, bottles of smoke (???), just to name a few. Then comes the weird shit. On a shelf behind the counter sit a jar of dim, flickering light.
Like every video game with shop merchants (with the exception of Tom Nook and his following you around the fucking store), Zacharie stands behind the counter waiting for the customers to engage him. Her only real greeting is a turret he traded with Chell, which coos I see you when she enters. COMFORTING.
So that's enough scenery. The crepes are sitting at the edge of the counter. Warm. Sugary. Topped with fruit. Inviting. Zacharie's just gonna be here chilling in silence. He's not the type to force a lengthy conversation (god knows what would have happened if he'd done that to the Batter), and from the sounds of things, River might not be in the mood for a game of 20 Questions. ]
action IT IS A FIGHT I WOULD LOSE
Inside the shelves are stocked like a survivalist bunker with a particular interest in baseball. Bottled water, dried food, gas masks, baseball bats, catchers masks, bottles of smoke (???), just to name a few. Then comes the weird shit. On a shelf behind the counter sit a jar of dim, flickering light.
Like every video game with shop merchants (with the exception of Tom Nook and his following you around the fucking store), Zacharie stands behind the counter waiting for the customers to engage him. Her only real greeting is a turret he traded with Chell, which coos I see you when she enters. COMFORTING.
So that's enough scenery. The crepes are sitting at the edge of the counter. Warm. Sugary. Topped with fruit. Inviting. Zacharie's just gonna be here chilling in silence. He's not the type to force a lengthy conversation (god knows what would have happened if he'd done that to the Batter), and from the sounds of things, River might not be in the mood for a game of 20 Questions. ]