Sheerow, astute as ever, hopped from the counter and flew to his head, sitting on it to show Ravio that this was not a chuchu and also not someone bad. he always had to be the rational one. His Lorian friend sometimes just didn’t see the reasonable side.

When Ravio saw the white bird sit on the customers head, he stood up a bit awkwardly from behind the counter. Well, it did make sense. He said he wasn’t a chuchu and chuchu couldn’t talk. What really caught Ravio’s attention was the when the little visitor seemed interested in a purchase.

“Okay…so…you’re not….alright.” he mumbled to himself. Get a grip Ravio, he thought. It wasn’t like he ever cared much about a customer’s appearance so long as they were interested in buying something. “A hammer? Yeah I’ve got some hammers!”

It was obvious he was still fighting through the initial nerves and trying to regain his composure. Ravio gestured towards a wall where three different hammers were leaning for display. All three were about the same size, two were made of wood and one made of metal. 

“The wood ones are around 800 each, the metal one is 2000. It’s an import so, I can’t really go much lower than that.”

“Hey, what–!”

He could feel the bird’s feet sinking into his blobby form a little. Luckily, be it buoyancy or Toon Physics, the bird did not sink into his head.

He nodded carefully as the shopkeep came to his senses. Didn’t want to jostle the bird too badly, after all.

He looked at the hammers. While he could get more mileage out of a metal hammer, to be sure, he wasn’t sure he could afford the 2000 for it. Ah well, the wooden one seemed like it’d do the job. Even 800 seemed kind of steep, but he didn’t really want to travel all the way back to Toontown just so he could come back here for a single job.

“Could I take one of the wooden ones?” he asked, reaching into his hammerspace. He pulled out a large wad of dollar bills and placed it on the desk expectantly.