[Heather's sitting there with her face in her hands briefly-- things have been CRAZY today and she's just trying to get her bearings-- but she looks up at the sound of approaching voices. ... Her brows furrow. ... That does NOT look like a Murkrow... It looks like a CROW, and she hasn't seen one of those in a good six months or so now.]
[But... like a good little cashier (at least for the moment), she keeps her mouth shut as she starts scanning the items. Her ears are pricked, though-- she's curious about what exactly this man and his bird are talking about.]
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[Heather's sitting there with her face in her hands briefly-- things have been CRAZY today and she's just trying to get her bearings-- but she looks up at the sound of approaching voices. ... Her brows furrow. ... That does NOT look like a Murkrow... It looks like a CROW, and she hasn't seen one of those in a good six months or so now.]
[But... like a good little cashier (at least for the moment), she keeps her mouth shut as she starts scanning the items. Her ears are pricked, though-- she's curious about what exactly this man and his bird are talking about.]