[In the late afternoon a red Tiefling steps through the doors of the bakery, initially passing by Angeal without comment- he looks like a guy on break, so she’s not gonna bother him- and making a circle around the premises within with noises of wonderment. Wow! Bread! It smells great! Etc. etc.
Eventually, Absinthe’s mind drifts towards buying some of these baked goodies for herself, which means finding someone to talk to about payment. And there's nobody in the store that she can see. She could just try to steal the bread, but it’s an unnecessary risk when she can go next door and sweet-talk other food out of an NPC storeowner for free. And she does know there’s someone right outside, even though she didn’t stop to talk with him the first time.
She will now. Absinthe pokes her head back out to look at Angeal, her expression friendly, slightly quizzical.]
Hi! You’re the baker here? [Then, taking in his struggle with the sign:] Damn. Do you want to try painting it instead?
B - evening
Eventually, Absinthe’s mind drifts towards buying some of these baked goodies for herself, which means finding someone to talk to about payment. And there's nobody in the store that she can see. She could just try to steal the bread, but it’s an unnecessary risk when she can go next door and sweet-talk other food out of an NPC storeowner for free. And she does know there’s someone right outside, even though she didn’t stop to talk with him the first time.
She will now. Absinthe pokes her head back out to look at Angeal, her expression friendly, slightly quizzical.]
Hi! You’re the baker here? [Then, taking in his struggle with the sign:] Damn. Do you want to try painting it instead?