[By now, the vendor has started to glance up from his work, not just because there are potential customers watching him, but because unlike most customers, there only seems to be half of a conversation going on — from what's audible if he's not looking, anyway. And sure enough, he's casting them the occasional unsure look here, because there's very clearly something not quite right about the guy, and it's hard to say if the girl even notices it with how adamantly she just keeps forging on.
Fortunately, Parker doesn't notice this, because if she did she might have to flip the cart and kick his head clean off his shoulders like Hardison showed her how to do in Mortal Kombat that one time, and then neither of them would get their crepes and that would just be really sad.]
Two crepes, please! Strawberry vanilla with chocolate, and chocolate with chocolate. And chocolate.
[Which earns her a strange look of her own, but luckily by that time she's got her money out and an expectant look on her face, and Vendor Guy ain't about to argue so long as he's getting paid.]
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Fortunately, Parker doesn't notice this, because if she did she might have to flip the cart and kick his head clean off his shoulders like Hardison showed her how to do in Mortal Kombat that one time, and then neither of them would get their crepes and that would just be really sad.]
Two crepes, please! Strawberry vanilla with chocolate, and chocolate with chocolate. And chocolate.
[Which earns her a strange look of her own, but luckily by that time she's got her money out and an expectant look on her face, and Vendor Guy ain't about to argue so long as he's getting paid.]