"Bu- hey, Sofers, waiiiit!~" Brandy protested, much like a child being dragged off by their mother would.
[color=yellow]"Hmph! Such impudence!"[/color] The salesman gasped in outrage at Sofia's - apparently? - uncouth behavior and comments, both regarding his wares and his family. Though she wasn't wrong about his mother-in-law being on the chunky side.

Meanwhhile, if Alice were to inquire about the legal hassle of peddling wares in Gnarlton, she'd come to learn of the joys of beaurocracy. Local merchants needed a license and permit, as well as a suitable locale before they were allowed to sell any wares of any kind. Meanwhile, travelling merchants and peddlers needed to apply for a permit, which cost money, required an extensive interview and run-down of the applicant's inventory, as well as other fun things. Such as only being permitted to peddle goods on weekends, and only in certain specific locations, and that there was a tax which needed to be paid at the end of the weekend on any goods sold. Basically, being a travelling peddler in Gnarlton was more paperwork and legal fees than it was actually being a merchant. On the plus side though, peddlers didn't need to own a shop or stall of their own, and were free to set their own prices without the mrchant guild having any real say in the matter.

But back to Brandy and Sofia!

While at the general store, Brandy had the opprtunity to pick up some vegetables - since they were heading out on the road again. They were a bit pricey, and not quite of as good quality as the stuff they grew back on her own farm, but they'd have to do! Mostly because there really wasn't much else to choose from. Other than the stalls, but they were mostly selling ready-cooked food. The satyr then dutifully followed the undead archer as she picked out her bolt of dark cloth, paid ad then snuck around the corner of the store to head behind it.

"Oho~ What's this, Sofers? I didn't know you were this bold." A smirk-sporting satyress stated while giving Sofia a mix of an amused and naughty-face.

However, once the duo arrived and the undead got to work, the satyr said nothing. Which was odd. Instead, she just stood there, looking on in seemingly a trance-like stupor as she observed the lightning-fast needlework of her companion. Once the deed was done and the fabric had been turned into an accessory though, Brandy squeed in the most girly way possible, complete with hands pressed against her own cheek and full-body wiggling in a unnaturally quick way.

"Sofers! You're amazin'! 'Totes amazin', girl! You're so good with your hands, I can't even! Oh my gosh, this is so incredible!" She was very impressed, obviously.

Then, when Sofia demanded that Brandy be her muse, and produced a hairband - which she had somehow managed to finish not too long after the choker - Brandy let out another squee, this time longer and louder than the last. As she grabbed the little hair-accessory and stared at it with the genuine exicetement of a child opening their first christmas-present, Brandy looked remarkably cute. Gently raising the item over her head and carefully sliding it down onto her noggin, the satyress blushed, but her smile was as wide as a valley and her eyes glittered like a pnd in sunlight, filled with gemstones.

"How do I look~?" She asked, striking a forward-leaning pose, which somehow made the lighting behind her become much brighter and... Were those bubbles and sparkles floating around her? And what was that jingly sound, no wait, where was it even coming from!? Also, was the background cityscape melting away and giving way to an opaque, pink background? What the heck?! Luckily for Sofia, all these oddities seemed to vanish in an instant, as if they'd been nothing but a mirage. Or trick of the light. Or result of Brandy's cleavage being more exposed by leaning forward.

Regardless!

"Seriously though, Sofy." Sofy, not Sofers. "Thanks. Thanks a bunch. I can't believe I get to have an accessory this great. I coulda never afforded one on my own, and I ain't really good at sewing myself, so... Um... Well... Maa-haa-haa~, c'mere you!"

[b]Glomp![/b]

And now she was stuck to Sofia, rubbing her cheek lovingly against the other girl and embracing her in a firm but pleasant hug. it also beame very clear that despite having been born on a farm and done a lot of manual labor in her life, Brandy as a whole was surprisingly soft and supple, like, [i][b]everywhere[/b][/i]. Also, she apparently smelled like a mix of flowers and ... Wine...? Something sweet at least. Nevertheles, the happy satyr was perfectly content with keeping on hugging her new personal designer and not having a care in the world, giggling and thanking the other girl profusely as she did.

[i]Many much minutes later...[/i]

The girls would eventually join back up at the southern gate, the place they had entered Gnarlton from. Apparently, the graaveyard their quest would tae place at was located some hours off in the eastern directions. Luckily, it was along a road, so they wouldn't need to go huffing it in the wilderness.